Ruby Slippers

Her gaze shifted to him with just the barest flick, just a hint of a glance. Persistent. She sighed, rolling her eyes back to what she was doing. Her hair was better to look at anyway.

I'll decide in three days, then. Her own answer was flat, though edging more on bored. Perhaps flippant to those who knew her well enough.

Finally, Octavia stopped and looked up at him. Her hands pausing in their work. She sighed again, this time annoyed. Okay, you can do it.

Tucking her legs up under herself, she spun to give him her back. Resuming, then, looking at and picking at her long, sharp nails.