06-23-2015, 06:44 PM
Claire felt her eyes flick excitedly back and forth as the two talked about her. Of course she was sharp, intelligent and beautiful, but that was besides the point.
She picked up on their names. The two men did work together after all, and as the second one made clear, were not a couple. Thankfully. She could usually tell that sort of thing, but she'd made a fool of herself in the past.
Koloman wanted to go to Africa for work. John thought the idea was stupid. Claire's grin hovered on her lips like a shadow. John was toying with Koloman, and judging by the other man's dismissal, it wasn't to much avail.
Claire laughed at Koloman's threat. She nodded in agreement with his assessment about John's laziness. She looked him over, considering, and shook her head. "You have nothing to worry about, John. You won't die in a fire. It'll be far more terrible than that."
She held his gaze a moment longer but the seriousness faded in a laugh.
She turned bacck to Koloman. "I should know, I'm actually rather psychic. In fact, it runs in my family. Three generations now."
She pointed at his chest, "You, on the other hand, won't die in Africa at all."
She crossed her arms, eyes squinted like she was peering far away. A morbid smile ghosted her lips. "No, somewhere quite different."
She picked up on their names. The two men did work together after all, and as the second one made clear, were not a couple. Thankfully. She could usually tell that sort of thing, but she'd made a fool of herself in the past.
Koloman wanted to go to Africa for work. John thought the idea was stupid. Claire's grin hovered on her lips like a shadow. John was toying with Koloman, and judging by the other man's dismissal, it wasn't to much avail.
Claire laughed at Koloman's threat. She nodded in agreement with his assessment about John's laziness. She looked him over, considering, and shook her head. "You have nothing to worry about, John. You won't die in a fire. It'll be far more terrible than that."
She held his gaze a moment longer but the seriousness faded in a laugh.
She turned bacck to Koloman. "I should know, I'm actually rather psychic. In fact, it runs in my family. Three generations now."
She pointed at his chest, "You, on the other hand, won't die in Africa at all."
She crossed her arms, eyes squinted like she was peering far away. A morbid smile ghosted her lips. "No, somewhere quite different."