He sits across from her. He does not cross his legs. He plants both feet on the floor, leans back slightly, and listens.
She knows what he means. She pretends not to. “Like what?”
Months later. Christelle is at a gallery opening—her first solo exhibition of architectural models. She’s nervous. She sits in a minimalist chair, legs crossed. Old habit. -NEW- Christelle Picot Sexy Crossed Legs 190509
“Tell me.”
“You’re doing it,” he whispers.
Then she sees Samir walk in. He’s holding two glasses of champagne. He grins.
“Maybe some people don’t want to be come closer to,” she says. He sits across from her
She deliberately uncrosses her legs. One knee touches his as he sits beside her. She doesn’t flinch.