[Look, Richard. (Yes. Richard.) She was trying to work her way up to that very obvious conversation in a way that wouldn't make her want to find the nearest rock to crawl under, and you just had to go and open your mouth, sir.
Richie would feel her stiffen with her own mortification, the look she fixes him with caught between horrified and pissed, but then comes the heat she can feel radiating from her cheeks and she knows she must resemble a beet right now.]
Richie. [If it were possible for Kate to melt back into the couch cushions and disappear from view, she would have, but instead she'll have to make do with turning her head away, like him not being able to look at her directly might not make her want to die right now.]
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Richie would feel her stiffen with her own mortification, the look she fixes him with caught between horrified and pissed, but then comes the heat she can feel radiating from her cheeks and she knows she must resemble a beet right now.]
Richie. [If it were possible for Kate to melt back into the couch cushions and disappear from view, she would have, but instead she'll have to make do with turning her head away, like him not being able to look at her directly might not make her want to die right now.]