Sinead couldn't help but grin. She remained in the car for a heart beat longer than Tanis, having to reach around to the back seat for her purse. It was dangerous, feeling to intoxicated at how transparently Tanis<span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span>her. Even in public, under what Sinead could only assume was great restraints, Tanis still looked like she was coming apart at the seams.<br/>It was hardly believable that, when Sinead had seated herself in the car, had doubted whether or not Tanis felt like being with Sinead was even worth the effort.<br/>When Sinead left the car, she did so with her usual poise. She took her time locking the car, brushing a palm against the wrinkles of her pantlegs as she circled the car, joining Tanis on the side walk.<br/>Then, unassumingly, her fingertops brushed against Tanis' waist, urging her to lead the way. It made the touch appear friendly, an acknowledgement of their proximity to one another, and still the touch had felt electric, making Sinead's fingers itch to properly hold Tanis.<br/>"Are you home alone?"