So with Gabby asleep on my shoulder and the last of the passengers rounded up and herded back onto the bus, we set off again. When gabby woke up it was... a little awkward, to say the least. About five minutes after she had dozed off, her arms had snaked around me and clung to me. Not sure if I liked it. Not sure if I didn't like it... shut up, brain.
While she was asleep I'd been thinking about her comment on my laugh. "I love your sexy Irish laugh." Those words whispered to me in the dark of a cinema where we were alone save a few Americans whooping at the film a few rows ahead of us. I push the thought to the back of my mind and look away from her as she glances at me. Pulling my feet up on the chair, I grab my bag and rummage through for whatever food might be in there.
Half a packet of crisps and some cookies. I take the cookies out and munch on them slowly; making them last so they distract me. I offer one to Gabby and she takes it quietly. I open my mouth to say something, but find myself shoving a cookie between my teeth instead, shutting myself up. I don't even know what I want to say to her, so I guess eating instead of talking was a better idea. She looks at me and arches an eyebrow questioningly.
‘Were you going to say something?' she asks.
‘No. Yes. I don't know. I'm confused.' I mumbled, staring at the last cookie in my hand.
‘You look confused.' She notes and as tempted as I am to look up at her, I continue staring at the cookie, letting my eyes focus and unfocus so it alternates between a pale brown blur and a cookie that would usually make me want to eat it without a moment's thought. Except my appetite has deserted me. Makes a change.
‘Mhm.' I mutter, nodding slowly, still not looking up. She eats her cookie and brushes the crumbs away.
‘Not as good as Turkish Delight...' she grumbles and I glance up now.
‘Sorry,' I say, ‘I'll get some next time we stop.'
‘S'ok. I'll get my own. I've still got loads left anyway.' She replies with a small smile.
‘Right. Yeah.' I look back at the cookie and resist the urge to throw it at the back of someone's head. I pass it to Gabby instead. And then she throws the cookie at the back of someone's head. Ignoring the irritated cry that rose up she turns to me and shrugs as I look at her incredulously.
‘What? I felt the urge.' She says and grins. I can't help but laugh, shaking my head a little. She giggles, but thankfully doesn't mention anything about her apparent love for my laugh. Is that being vain? Whatever. I watch as her lips close and curve up in a grin, momentarily entranced by the soft lines and contours of her face. Shut up, shut up, shut up. Crap, I look away and cough, covering my mouth, and consequently my face to hide my embarrassment.