[...] One by one the other agents in the room turned to see what the distraction was, and reacted in much the same way. She made sure to look them each in the eye, and more often than not they were the ones to look away first. The game of chicken won.
Jaime was near the window, absorbed in whatever was on the computer screen in front of him as one of the junior agents, Podrick, explained the communications array they had set up throughout the complex. It was only when Pod stopped talking in the middle of his sentence that Jaime noticed just what everyone else had noticed, and turned.
Brienne kept her shoulders down, even as they wanted to creep up beside her ears, and looked him in the eye. His green eyes so familiar, and yet the expression she saw there was⦠What was it?
He looked her up and down, eyes trailing down to take in the length of the dress, the heels, the new haircut. Everything.
Jaime swallowed, then turned back to Podrick and the computer screen. āNice youāve finally joined us,ā he said. āWe have work to do.ā --- from Sheās Beauty, Sheās Grace (Sheāll Punch You In The Face)Ā
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