Amil Sheffield
Noellen seemed in comparatively good spirits, joking back somewhat, although his tone seemed borderline apathetic. It seemed like behind his bored expression, there was a glimpse of amusement, a dark smile lighting his handsome features as she began to fidget. Smiling back, Amil buried her face behind her hands as if to shield herself from his gaze, leaning so that she was doubled over in the chair as he said "You're fine Amil, take deep breaths and relax a little. We're not in an interrogation room here,"
She laughed, peeking through her fingers to Noellen with amusement. “Don’t do that, you’re just making me feel worrrseee.” She whined, once again hiding her face into her hands and shaking her head at herself. After a moment of collecting herself, Amil straightened herself up, her arms resting across her lap as she leant forward, closing the distance between herself and Noellen. “How do you always do that...make me feel like I’m making myself look like an idiot?” She joked, smiling up to Noellen, eyes searching his face for any kind of reaction.
He was supposedly just a chef, but there was something daunting in the way he carried himself that left Amil uneasy, yet curious. The less he seemed interested in her, the more she wanted to challenge why?
Pulling her hair so it all rested over one shoulder, she began to play with the ends of her hair, braiding some pieces and then letting them fall apart on their own. As her eyes looked Noellen over in the brief silence, her lips stayed slightly parted, as if she had been planning to say something but stopped herself. As she ran up from his form fitting shirt to his face, she grinned, catching his eye and winking playfully. “I don’t think you’d want me to relax anyways, I tend to get a little...unmanageable[/].”
Looking back to her group, she had seen no activity, gathering that Juliet had no intention of swooping in. Smiling to herself she looked back to Noellen, scooting forward so that her leg bumped his, leaning in even closer than before. “I think that you should go tonight, and if it ends up being a bust we can find a more [i]fun way to spend our time.” She said, almost innocently, smiling sweetly to Noellen. Perhaps it was wrong for Amil to play her options carefully, she didn’t see it that way. Men didn’t care, they never cared about what she did with her life. She was never the girl that people worried about who’s feeling would get hurt, she was the one who would hurt feelings, ruin relationships and not give a fuck about others...
She leaned back into her seat, resting her hands in her lap politely. “I promise I won’t try to make you dance.” she added for good measure.