a little distraction

you've got the wrong stretch of sunset
they've got the wrong idea ingrained in your mind
if only you could let it out

It’s evident that Rexanna doesn’t seem to care what people might think – and given the events that occur to her later, it wouldn’t matter anyway. For now, she thoroughly enjoys his company, whether he wishes to believe her or not, and it’s what keeps her arm on his as she shows him around and makes those offers of spending more and more time with him. “I’m not bored at all.” She assures him, though the comment does spark a resounding hum of a chimed laugh from her. But she nods nonetheless, understanding that he was a busy man, and that if he had time for her she’d gladly take whatever she could get. “Of course, just let me know whenever you’re available.” It’s a professional response, but still one that could be read between the lines to say that she genuinely wanted to spend more time with him, even if she had to wait for it.

But she brings him over toward the pottery and clay, and with his question her blue gaze sweeps up to meet his face with a soft smile. “Of course. We’re borrowing them.” She begins to explain before gesturing to the map that sits behind the clay, a small explanation of the area they came from. “They were supposed to be sent back and a new exhibit in but with lockdown, nothing comes in or out. So, we’re taking good care of them until we can.”

Rexanna