Natasha smiled slightly, turned her gaze back to the passenger window, and gave a very soft sigh. He was right, of course.
"Favorite color is blue." No irony there, right? "Favorite flowers are white tulips. I like music, all genres, but tend to prefer songs over artists. It's all about the lyrics and melody for me, not the band." She paused, then continued.
"Favorite drink is vodka, straight. But I also like a good bourbon every now and then. Italian food is best, and breakfast food is better. I speak twelve languages fluently, which is why I'll be a historical linguist for this job, translating documents and the like, and translating on Zoom calls for international businesses."
Didn't sound too bad, did it? Plausible, anyway.
Now she glanced over, greedy gaze taking in the lines of Barnes' strong profile, mind's eye recalling just how that muscular frame felt beneath her hands.
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"Favorite color is blue." No irony there, right? "Favorite flowers are white tulips. I like music, all genres, but tend to prefer songs over artists. It's all about the lyrics and melody for me, not the band." She paused, then continued.
"Favorite drink is vodka, straight. But I also like a good bourbon every now and then. Italian food is best, and breakfast food is better. I speak twelve languages fluently, which is why I'll be a historical linguist for this job, translating documents and the like, and translating on Zoom calls for international businesses."
Didn't sound too bad, did it? Plausible, anyway.
Now she glanced over, greedy gaze taking in the lines of Barnes' strong profile, mind's eye recalling just how that muscular frame felt beneath her hands.
"You?"