[During the 9-year course of their marriage, Rick has developed this playfully annoying habit of lurking around the corner of doorways to rooms in which Evelyn things herself alone. He doesn't do this always, but when he does, he's caught her singing to herself, practicing a self defense moves he's shown her in the mirror, or reading aloud from one of the many books she's attempting to translate (a habit he wish she would break, honestly). He doesn't linker long enough to cause undo embarrassment, and he often reveals himself just enough to be caught, but it is a game that they played. Rick would get chided for skulking around, and then they would enjoy each other's company.
Such was his intention when he first leaned against the door frame leading into their reading room, arms crossed and posture completely relaxed. Evelyn looked engrossed in whatever text she had in her hand, and Rick didn't want to disturb her. So he waits to be noticed.
It doesn't take long for Rick to observe that something isn't quite right today. Even on the most difficult texts, Evelyn doesn't take so long to turn a page. The tea beside her has grown cold, and he knows how much she hates when that happens.
He feigns a step backwards then takes an audible step forward into the room so as not to completely startle her out of her all-consuming thoughts when he speaks.]
Something on your mind, Evelyn? Don't tell me that the [he peeks to see the title of the book in her hand] Journal of Ancient Egyptian Interconnections has you stumped.
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Such was his intention when he first leaned against the door frame leading into their reading room, arms crossed and posture completely relaxed. Evelyn looked engrossed in whatever text she had in her hand, and Rick didn't want to disturb her. So he waits to be noticed.
It doesn't take long for Rick to observe that something isn't quite right today. Even on the most difficult texts, Evelyn doesn't take so long to turn a page. The tea beside her has grown cold, and he knows how much she hates when that happens.
He feigns a step backwards then takes an audible step forward into the room so as not to completely startle her out of her all-consuming thoughts when he speaks.]
Something on your mind, Evelyn? Don't tell me that the [he peeks to see the title of the book in her hand] Journal of Ancient Egyptian Interconnections has you stumped.