Avery had begun taking off her gloves now, to have something to do with her hands whilst she took in her surroundings: looking around to see what escape routes (if any) she could take if this went south. She paused pulling the glove off the middle finger of her right hand and pinned him with a look. “I meant coffee.” If that didn’t speak to what kind of mother he thought she might be, then she didn’t know what would.
Pursing her lips, she set her gloves down on the table and sat down after him. She’d run this scenario through her head as well; would she give him a false name, or use her current one? Then that led down the very slippery slope of the many names she’d gone by in the past. “If your story is to be believed, your brother would know me as Ruby.” the crinkle of her nose should let him know exactly what she thought of that name. “But nowadays I’m called Avery.” She hadn’t decided on telling him her name until she sat down. It wasn’t the name she was born with by any means, so what was the harm?
Pursing her lips, she set her gloves down on the table and sat down after him. She’d run this scenario through her head as well; would she give him a false name, or use her current one? Then that led down the very slippery slope of the many names she’d gone by in the past. “If your story is to be believed, your brother would know me as Ruby.” the crinkle of her nose should let him know exactly what she thought of that name. “But nowadays I’m called Avery.” She hadn’t decided on telling him her name until she sat down. It wasn’t the name she was born with by any means, so what was the harm?
