[ Sousa's always been at least a little perceptive. He has to be, in his line of work, but even before he became an SSR agent, he always had an eye for spotting things and putting pieces together. He doesn't like to look gift horses in the mouth, but as easy as Daisy is to be around, and as much as he likes having her staying in his apartment...
There's something about her that he can't quite put his finger on. Yes, on one hand, he's inclined to believe her story, but on the other, there's just some little things that make him wonder if everything is really as it seems.
Truthfully, he doesn't believe she's doing anything nefarious (little does he know that she's picking people's pockets), but there's small gaps in her story, and it's enough to make him wonder. It's not even that he snoops around, because he doesn't, but he imagines that even the neatest person would still leave a letter or an envelope lying around. And if she's corresponding with her friends and coworkers, surely there'd be some sign of it.
But then again, he reasons that maybe she is just that neat and tidy. He figures too that if something strange is going on, things like that usually have a way of working themselves out.
As it happens, it's near the end of day, and Sousa's left the office and is just about to enter the apartment. He's approaching the door, and even from outside in the hallway, he can smell something delicious coming from inside. That's encouragement enough, and he puts his key in the lock and lets himself in. ]
[ It feels too good to hear his voice travel through the apartment. She's never been the homemaker type, never once considered that life of cleaning house and having dinner ready when the husband got home from work, but in that moment she can almost understand the appeal.
The thought is squashed quickly. This isn't her life; she isn't supposed to be here. She can't let herself settle into something that can't last, especially when she's been here for so long already. Some part of her is just waiting for Sousa to politely suggest she might be more comfortable at one of the women's boarding houses in the city — maybe if she prepares herself enough for it, she won't feel the oh so familiar sting of rejection and being unwanted.
Turning, she gives him a natural smile over her shoulder, still stirring the sauce per her carefully recorded notes. ] I wanted to surprise you. You're always cooking for me, it's about time I return the favor.
[ The truth is, if he did ever suggest a thing like that, it won't be because he wanted to be rid of her. He'd only ever mention it if he thought it would make her feel more comfortable than living with a veritable stranger. But she doesn't seem too uncomfortable, although she has every right to be. And truthfully, he likes having her around. His apartment would seem very quiet if she left, so he's just determined to enjoy this while it lasts. ]
Oh, I'm very surprised, but you know you don't have to do things like this if you don't want to. I know you're busy too, and for what it's worth, I'm happy to keep cooking for you.
[ But he can't stop the wide grin that forms, and he takes in another long inhale to draw in that scent. ]
I'm not going to complain, though. That smells delicious and I can't wait to try it.
[ And then he remembers the little something he stopped to get on the way, and now, considering what she's making, it seems especially fitting. ]
I, uh- I picked us up a little surprise.
[ Is it inappropriate? Perhaps. But they passed appropriate behavior a few weeks back. ]
I hope you like wine. [ He takes out a bottle of red wine and he sets it on the counter. ]
[ Everyone in this time is a veritable stranger. At least with Sousa, she knows he's a good man, one of the best SHIELD ever saw. She knows she can trust him more than anyone else in this time, even if that's nowhere near as much as she would trust a member of her team. It's something that's begun to wear at her bit by bit with each day that passes.
That smile of his helps though, a lot more than she cares to admit to herself. Glancing at the bottle he produces, her own smile grows. ]
I do, yeah. Though I'll warn you that I know nothing about wine and couldn't tell the difference between a $2 bottle and a $20 one, so I hope it's not the latter.
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There's something about her that he can't quite put his finger on. Yes, on one hand, he's inclined to believe her story, but on the other, there's just some little things that make him wonder if everything is really as it seems.
Truthfully, he doesn't believe she's doing anything nefarious (little does he know that she's picking people's pockets), but there's small gaps in her story, and it's enough to make him wonder. It's not even that he snoops around, because he doesn't, but he imagines that even the neatest person would still leave a letter or an envelope lying around. And if she's corresponding with her friends and coworkers, surely there'd be some sign of it.
But then again, he reasons that maybe she is just that neat and tidy. He figures too that if something strange is going on, things like that usually have a way of working themselves out.
As it happens, it's near the end of day, and Sousa's left the office and is just about to enter the apartment. He's approaching the door, and even from outside in the hallway, he can smell something delicious coming from inside. That's encouragement enough, and he puts his key in the lock and lets himself in. ]
Well, something sure smells good.
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The thought is squashed quickly. This isn't her life; she isn't supposed to be here. She can't let herself settle into something that can't last, especially when she's been here for so long already. Some part of her is just waiting for Sousa to politely suggest she might be more comfortable at one of the women's boarding houses in the city — maybe if she prepares herself enough for it, she won't feel the oh so familiar sting of rejection and being unwanted.
Turning, she gives him a natural smile over her shoulder, still stirring the sauce per her carefully recorded notes. ] I wanted to surprise you. You're always cooking for me, it's about time I return the favor.
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Oh, I'm very surprised, but you know you don't have to do things like this if you don't want to. I know you're busy too, and for what it's worth, I'm happy to keep cooking for you.
[ But he can't stop the wide grin that forms, and he takes in another long inhale to draw in that scent. ]
I'm not going to complain, though. That smells delicious and I can't wait to try it.
[ And then he remembers the little something he stopped to get on the way, and now, considering what she's making, it seems especially fitting. ]
I, uh- I picked us up a little surprise.
[ Is it inappropriate? Perhaps. But they passed appropriate behavior a few weeks back. ]
I hope you like wine. [ He takes out a bottle of red wine and he sets it on the counter. ]
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That smile of his helps though, a lot more than she cares to admit to herself. Glancing at the bottle he produces, her own smile grows. ]
I do, yeah. Though I'll warn you that I know nothing about wine and couldn't tell the difference between a $2 bottle and a $20 one, so I hope it's not the latter.
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Well, I suppose you're in luck then, because I sort of do. I'm no wine expert, but I do like a certain kind for special occasions.
[ And he just continues on, unaware that he may or may not have just implied that this is a special occasion. Don't ask him which one; it just is. ]
Plus, you know, I got paid recently, so- [ It's a splurge, but he can afford it. ]