Over the years Danny has witnessed Mindy's innumerable smiles, each a little different from the rest. She's got her your-baby-is-perfectly-healthy smile, her there's-an-underground-sample-sale-this-afternoon-and-no-one-else-knows smile, her scheming-genius-four-step-plan smile and her Christmas-music-playing-in-September smile. There are countless others. Danny likes to think he could even spot the smile - though rare - that she wears when she's not actually happy at all.
The one he sees right before she closes her eyes is a hundred percent genuine and it takes care of any worry he'd been harboring over this entire gesture. He'd hoped for a smile like that, as distracting as that, but a kiss is something he's far less prepared for. It's either the searing pain in his thumb, blind and utter panic or the sudden distinct odor of burning hair that prevents him from even thinking about returning it.
"Mindy, your hair--ow," he hisses, finally flipping the lighter's flame out and clamping his thumb between his teeth. "Mindy, your hair."
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Date: 2014-10-18 02:32 am (UTC)The one he sees right before she closes her eyes is a hundred percent genuine and it takes care of any worry he'd been harboring over this entire gesture. He'd hoped for a smile like that, as distracting as that, but a kiss is something he's far less prepared for. It's either the searing pain in his thumb, blind and utter panic or the sudden distinct odor of burning hair that prevents him from even thinking about returning it.
"Mindy, your hair--ow," he hisses, finally flipping the lighter's flame out and clamping his thumb between his teeth. "Mindy, your hair."