When he shoots her that sharp glance, and she feels him tense, her hand lingers for a few moments before she slowly withdraws, pressing it to her chest instead. She looks at him hopefully, and then leans against the table, anchoring on her hands so that she can look across at him.]
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When he shoots her that sharp glance, and she feels him tense, her hand lingers for a few moments before she slowly withdraws, pressing it to her chest instead. She looks at him hopefully, and then leans against the table, anchoring on her hands so that she can look across at him.]
There was a bag? Was there something in it?