The man glared at Levanin and the woman took the attempt to leave, trying to pull away. The man turned and yanked her back aggressively. *** “Some might say you were stoned.”
The man turned to Levanin and pulled out a small knife, letting go of the woman. “Leave us alone.” *** “Tsk tsk. Stoned on the job.”
"That's a small knife," he commented. "I wonder if it's reflecting anything else of yours." *** "It was after hours!"
His face hardened and he lunged forward, taking a swipe at Levy’s face with one hand, attempting to punch with the other. *** “We were all in uniform.”
He raised his arm, his arm getting cut as he dodged the punch. He threw one back, his eyes sharp. *** "We were making spaghetti."
He huffed, touching his cheek before going back to Beck's apartment with a frown. *** She rolled her eyes. "I helped after."
When he knocked on the door, it took a moment for Beck to open it. She was wearing pajamas, grey ones with a loose shirt and some shorts. Her makeup had been taken off, and he would be able to appreciate that she had a light dusting of freckles across her nose. Music played in the background, sounding like it might have been Ella Fitzgerald. “Mr. Audra...?” *** “You did,” he agreed. “Do you like the noodles?”
"I apologize for returning so soon," he said politely. "I was wondering if I could use your bathroom to clean these cuts a bit." *** She nodded. "Yeah, I do."
She frowned, studying him before stepping back. “Of course. Are you okay?” *** “They’re good, right? And so simple.”
She looked concerned. Something was cooking on the stove and she tried to look at his cuts. “You left 15 minutes ago. How did you get into this much trouble already?” *** “Now you can make them yourself.”
He seemed protective of his wounds, handling them himself. "There were some people outside." *** "I can. Thank you."
She frowned at his defensiveness, pulling away. “Go clean yourself up,” she said, gesturing to the bathroom. *** “You’re an actual chef.”
She was at the stove when he came out, stirring some sort of bisque. The music was sweet and affectionate and she was humming under her breath. *** “A god, really.”
