Gwen Cooper

❝Well, anyway. You’re still at work here, so go and get some paperwork done or do something else.❞                                      ❝I’m not your patient, Gwen.❞

    ❝Yes, we're on a break.❞

❝'ve done all m' work, Jack. M' job now, is t' look afta' y'.❞

Send my muse one of the following! (Kissing)

A brow rose with slightest confusion at the statement from her boss. Did he mean her lips, or the gloss that shone against her lips? All of this didn’t stop a tinted blush from rising to her cheeks, colouring her face more than normal. The past few days had been about impressing Jack, to see how he would react — because it was always men, that he talked about. It made her wonder if he liked girls.

                    ❝Does it? ‘m not wearin’ lip gloss, Jack.❞

And now she’s lying, because she doesn’t want to seem like she’s trying to impress him, even though that’s what she’s doing.