She braided the strips quietly, humming to herself under her breath as they both worked. *** He looked up at her. "Victor?"
After about an hour, he hammered the last post in and stood up straight, panting slightly. *** “Yeah. You get this...” She reached up and punched under his chin gently. “This sour look.”
He looked over at her, rolling his shoulders, his muscles moving under his skin. “Sort of.” *** “Why not!
"Sort of. Come over here," he said, kneeling by one of the posts. * * * "He saved my life, Cy. He's not a bad guy."
"So, we take this..." he said, picking up a longer stick and placing it perpendicular to the post he had made. He took the rope she had created, wrapping it around to bind them together. "Like that." * * * "But he saved me, and you do know me."
He looked at her for a moment before gesturing with his free hand. "Here. Put your hand where mine is." * * * "Plus, he makes good muffins," she said decisively. "I think I'm in love with him."
"Good. Now, wrap the rope around the junction. Like this." * * * She seemed intensely focused on her muffin, picking out a blueberry and eating it. "Yeah."
She followed his instructions before nodding. "I think I got it." *** He was watching her intensely. "Why?"
He nodded before going over to the other post and binding his side as well. * * * "I mean, he saved my life. He got me muffins. Do you need anything more? Something like that is the best someone like me can hope for."
She glanced over at him thoughtfully, her lips pursed. *** He didn't say anything for a moment, setting down the muffin. "..I'm not hungry."
He bound his side before turning to her. "There. We did it." * * * She looked over at him, laughing slightly. "Cy. Cy. I'm kidding."
She raised her eyebrows slightly, hesitating before speaking. "So, Victor.." *** He crossed his arms, almost pouting. "I can bake."
He looked over at her, dusting his hands off on his pants. "Hm?" * * * A strange expression crossed her face and she considered him before coaxing his arms to open gently, raising an eyebrow. "I know, Cy."
He looked immediately uncomfortable, looking down for a moment. "I don't blame you." * * * "Why do you even care?" she asked, raising an eyebrow thoughtfully as she studied him. "Are you jealous?"
