She may be bored but she was attracted to the quiet man in some way.... she felt she should stay and she smiled as he handed her the tool. She deliberately let her fingers slide onto his to touch him for whatever reason was her own. She thrived for touch and she liked it even if it was only a second. She handled the tool with care. It was heavier than she thought it was, but she could lift it. One side, where the hammer was, was far heavier than the handle and she inspected it seeing where it had hit on the other hard surfaces, as well as its own mark. This she could see as a weapon if one wanted it to be and a formidable one.
“Where did you learn how to do it? It seems hard to think you could make metal into something you want to.” She said. She handed it back, both hands underneath it. She wasn’t as confident in keeping it steady for him to take without dropping it and she had a feeling he cared for it. And deep down in her head she thought she would get to feel his touch again. She was smiling at him, an absent one, of hope and interest in the male, though his history was not the only thing she wanted to know she realized, she just wanted to know him. As a male.
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