"An hour?" Her voice is pathetic, weak - even to her own ears. "that is all?  Couldn't it be longer?  Say, like until forever?" The words were so quiet, he might have missed them.  She hopes he did as she scrambled to say "Yes please, an orange juice please."<br/><br/>She watches him go before she lets the words sink in further.  Defeat claims her again.  She drops her hands into her lap.  The gem of her ring catches the light and relfects it.  She closes her hands.  Then she balls them into a fist and sets her jaw. "Then so be it."  She lifts her head with a determined steel in her amber eyes.<br/><br/>She had barely gotten the last word out when an orange juice was lowered before her face.  She looks up to him with fire in her eyes.  (Careful, that fire is fragile.)  Her jaw still locked, she tries to say a soft "Thank you."  But there was a bit of courageous growl in the voice.  False bravado.