[She'd be distressed about the cookies, if they had any of her attention. Instead she's being re-positioned, boots knocking against the wooden table top.
It's still strange, not to be met with rejection. A little disappointing, maybe, to those still-sick corners of her mind that reveled in such vindications. They're easy not to listen to as the rest of her thoughts focus in on him, honed sharp and bright. It's an intentness he's seen before in her pretty sixteen-year-old face. She lights up in the thrall of an obsession and she's very much wanted tap into that thrill for a very long time now. For years and years and years.]
he's a very popular young man
It's still strange, not to be met with rejection. A little disappointing, maybe, to those still-sick corners of her mind that reveled in such vindications. They're easy not to listen to as the rest of her thoughts focus in on him, honed sharp and bright. It's an intentness he's seen before in her pretty sixteen-year-old face. She lights up in the thrall of an obsession and she's very much wanted tap into that thrill for a very long time now. For years and years and years.]