"You're doing the thing again." Belle's voice pulled me back. She'd moved closer without me noticing, sitting on the grass in front of me with her legs folded to the side and the chip bag now in her lap. Her Obsidian skirt rode high on her thighs and her tights caught the afternoon light in a way that made the fabric look painted on. "The quiet scheming face. You get this look like you're building a bomb in your head and you haven't decided who to throw it at yet."
"That's my resting face."
"Your resting face is dangerous." Belle ate another chip. "Naomi, tell him his resting face is dangerous."
Naomi leaned forward to look at me, her pink eyes searching my expression with the careful attention she gave to everything. Her gaze dropped to my mouth for half a second before she caught herself and looked away. "It's not dangerous. It's just... concentrated."
"Concentrated is a nice word for terrifying."
"You think everything's terrifying, Belle."
