She says this while rolling her huge blue eyes into the back of her head, honestly so damn far that I’m afraid for a moment that she’ll swerve and run us off the road.
(It’s hard to miss the gorgeous way her eyelashes flutter as she does this, framing those eyes like twin sets of plush black butterflies flitting around a lurid crystal pool…surely she must know about that?)
It takes me a moment to formulate a response. Of course she wouldn’t understand. How could she? It had nothing to do with her and never would. I’m sincerely frustrated - nearly angry - for a second, before I recognize the desire to make her understand is a fruitless one. I sigh and drop my shoulders, resignation now replacing the dead objection on my lips.
“Fine. You know what? Let’s just go where you wanna go then. It’s fine-”
I cut her off as she starts to open her mouth, eyebrows raised at my sudden compliance.
“Really.”
She shakes her head at this, scoffing incredulously but unable to hide a grin.
(Feigning surprise but smirking like a spoiled child who’s conned her way into extra dessert.)
“As you wish.”