Her hand sliding down her jeans, seeming to wipe her palm against them, her over-sized shirt sliding against her wrist, her fingers disappearing for a moment under the fabric.  No one else seemed to be approaching the counter, at the moment.  She would begin to move forward, gaze catching that of Rex for a moment, that slight flush to pale features before her gaze would flee his own, her back straightening.  As if feigning confidence she didn't feel.<br/><br/>Hey, she could fake it right?  Wry smile as she would lean against the counter, placing her order quietly.  Trying not to look again, though her shoulders would shift, as if her back itched from the attention.  'Cocoa please, make it strong..'  She did so love it when it felt like she was drinking liquefied chocolate..