#ahra|interaction.

ahra’s nose scrunches up slightly as she’s reminded of all the other things that appear on her schedule. she knows it’s a busy time and she really ought to be grateful for that fact but it is ever so exhausting when she’s in the thick of it. “the puppy interview might be relaxing,” she muses, “like pet therapy… with cameras and less trauma…” she doesn’t expect javier to laugh at her jokes since regardless, she’ll make them. “i’ll text the usual girl then. see if she can squeeze me in. i think that woman today corrected my posture more than my mother ever has.” for a good reason, obviously, since fitting clothes while slouched could lead to ill-measured lengths.

"when was your first kiss?"

"hazard pay for watching me get stabbed?!" ahra retorted in surprise, though ultimately she got it. it sounded to her like this would've been quite a boring day for jordan and she could sympathise with them. doing a rather boring and mind-numbing task was never fun. it could be equally as exhausting as having a full day of real, hard work. "i only had to ask? ugh, remind me next time." though, jordan wasn't her PA and that wasn't her job. really, they didn't have to put up with her attitude as much as they ended up doing. "wait, really?" wide eyes settled upon the other as she turned the idea over in her mind. "i might actually take you up on that!" she prodded at her arm, "i think those hands of yours could work some magic." there was only a hint of something in her words as her eyes slid down to their hands, before the elevator landed on her floor and she slipped out once again assuming they'd come in tow.

she's been rather idly caressing the inside of their thigh as if she doesn't know what the action could do. unfortunately when ahra suggests watching a movie, it never means watching a movie. she's too restless to sit still long enough to make it through more than a short tv series  — which is ironic, given her profession. can't even wait any longer to see if they'll react or say something, gaze finally moving from the television to settle upon them. "this is boring," she sighs, fingertips never stopping their skimming. "we should do something else." shifts on the couch so she can perch on her knees, smile creeping it's way on to her face. "what do you think?"

the champagne might be free but that doesn't stop ahra from scooping up an additional glass to bring over to the woman she's been eyeing all night like it's some sort of gift. "you look like you could use this."

"are you going to stare at me all night or are you going to do something about it?" it was a pretty rich statement coming from ahra. she didn't often push herself to make any sort of a move. just let her eyes do the talking; if she started lustfully enough surely whoever the object of her affections was would notice. tonight she'd decided she had enough waiting around though, feeling on edge and undoubtedly a little needy.

in amongst all the hang outs and hanging on to jiyoon something has changed. what that is exactly is something that ahra has struggled to put a label on but… it’s something. she finds herself wanting to spend time with her all of the time and not even just texting is enough. there’s just something more to it and she needs to know if she’s the only one that can feel it. “thank you for meeting with me today.” it sounds so uncharacteristically formal especially considering they hang out all of the time but she’s had to make herself an int real script to follow. “i wanted to um… talk to you about something?”

"wanna see what i have on underneath?"