Anne ducks her head down, hiding a soft smile beneath the brim of her hat, behind the curtain of her hair.
"Ah, you'd have done all right," she says, only the faintest whisper of teasing in her tone. She means it; she knows it. She brushes her thumb over Greta's hands, brushing flour dust from her knuckles, then lifts her chin just enough to find Greta's eyes. "But I'm glad I can help."
She is, she thinks. Glad to do something good. Something kind. It's new, strange, different. Good. Good in all the ways Greta is, and new, and strange, and different. She lets her words linger for a moment, then leans close, not quite brushing her lips to Greta's cheek, but just shy of it. As though she wants to let Greta choose whether or not to close that little distance.
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"Ah, you'd have done all right," she says, only the faintest whisper of teasing in her tone. She means it; she knows it. She brushes her thumb over Greta's hands, brushing flour dust from her knuckles, then lifts her chin just enough to find Greta's eyes. "But I'm glad I can help."
She is, she thinks. Glad to do something good. Something kind. It's new, strange, different. Good. Good in all the ways Greta is, and new, and strange, and different. She lets her words linger for a moment, then leans close, not quite brushing her lips to Greta's cheek, but just shy of it. As though she wants to let Greta choose whether or not to close that little distance.