[ Lottie's own phone is sparse of photos— she's well aware of the size capacity the older units have in comparison to her more modern one she hides at home (sometimes, foolishly, on her person). So the fact he's spending some of his space on her — maybe, mostly, the trinket, but definitely her if she squints hard enough — gets her nodding. Excited, reaching out towards her back pocket to get her own device out and check. She doesn't have the wherewithal to be coy and nonchalant, she wants that picture and she wants it now.
Her eyes flick up towards him as she saves it, nails clicking loudly on the keyboard. It's got her smiling too, his glee, contagious in all the right ways. Enough to make her feel comfortable in their silence, emboldened in the little space they have sat in his car. Head a tad feather light because it's kind of cool, seeing him smile so much. Thanking her so warmly, personally, that she melts into her seat (his, if they want to get technical). ]
I know, Cassian.
[ That he means it. Lottie has a hard time telling when people are joking, typically, but with Cassian, right now? She can feel it. A hand reaches out for her drink, and twists shyly at the straw. A distraction in the midst of the sheer weight of everything catching up to her (and the cute curl of his stupid bang, the low rumble of his voice when he says her name), makes her brain go a little stupid when faced with his sincerity.. Their vibes. ]
You don't have to thank me. I love doing things out of the kindness of my heart! [ Is this PR talk? ] But you can say it again one more time, you know, if you want.
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yessss 🎀🥺
Her eyes flick up towards him as she saves it, nails clicking loudly on the keyboard. It's got her smiling too, his glee, contagious in all the right ways. Enough to make her feel comfortable in their silence, emboldened in the little space they have sat in his car. Head a tad feather light because it's kind of cool, seeing him smile so much. Thanking her so warmly, personally, that she melts into her seat (his, if they want to get technical). ]
I know, Cassian.
[ That he means it. Lottie has a hard time telling when people are joking, typically, but with Cassian, right now? She can feel it. A hand reaches out for her drink, and twists shyly at the straw. A distraction in the midst of the sheer weight of everything catching up to her (and the cute curl of his stupid bang, the low rumble of his voice when he says her name), makes her brain go a little stupid when faced with his sincerity.. Their vibes. ]
You don't have to thank me. I love doing things out of the kindness of my heart! [ Is this PR talk? ] But you can say it again one more time, you know, if you want.