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Sophia tried to minimise the surprise it took her by to hear the high-pitched tone that came from him. She didn’t have to be looking at his face to know he was probably trying to save face right now. “Maybe they were trying to help you make an impression,” She suggested to him with a shrug, though not indicating whether that had succeeded. “Hope she’s getting paid for that overtime,” Sophia added, with a hint of a smile crossing her face.
As he finally got the opportunity to dress himself, Sophia faced the wall so he could save whatever dignity he had left, the immediate sound of frantic movement and rustling making her laugh lightly. Then when indicated, she turned to face him properly for the first time. Ignoring the questionable choice in outfit, he was cute. His awkwardness and nerves were more apparent when she was looking at him, though now it made him more admirable. He seemed harmless, and a far cry from anyone Sophia usually kept in her company, with a sincerity so fragile it almost made her want to tread lightly around him.
Well if she couldn’t see him properly before, Sophia definitely got a good look at him when he stumbled forward and almost into her. Peter Parker, he said he was. She gave him a soft smile, her posture remaining cool throughout his stumble. “Sophia Hawthorne,” She introduced, pulling his hand that had initially extended but fallen limp on his faltered route, shaking it as he originally intended.
While Peter tried to articulate the suggestion of sorting out the room situation, Sophia’s attention landed on his sweater. She almost didn’t notice his question had come to an end, awaiting an answer. “You’re gonna leave like that?” She asked, looking him up and down, leaving the silence to hang for a moment after. Then she extended one arm, traveling around to the back of his neckline, her fingers barely grazing his skin before gently tucking in the label that had been sticking out. “Much better,” Sophia said, the haste in her words a jump from the delicacy of her actions prior, opening and walking out the door.
She probably could have said something herself to fill the silence, but Sophia was curious to see what Peter would come up with as they advanced down the hall. Somehow the cliche line that he settled for didn’t surprise her. “Where would that be, the ski resort or the room of someone fresh out the shower?” She told him, her eyebrows raised and her tone light.
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