After Mia returned from Lucy's apartment earlier, she had met Jeff waiting for her in the living room with his laptop which they were to use to play the game of Scrabble.
Now as they played, a playful smirk tugged at her lips as she maneuvered the virtual tiles, forming a word that would earn her triple word score and likely leave Jeff scrambling, while Jeff's gaze lingered on the elegant way her delicate fingers moved.
"You have really pretty hands," Jeff said and Mia flashed him a smile.
"Thanks. You said the same thing the other day," Mia said as she leaned back in her chair, stretching as the satisfying snap of a triple word score echoed through the room.
"Triple word score, Jeff. Looks like you're about to go down." She declared, her voice laced with playful challenge.
Jeff chuckled, leaning forward to admire the word she had played.
