Phil's knuckles turned a pinkish shade of white as he gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. His eyes flicked over to her--the early morning sunlight on her hair, the gentle curl of her lips. "Ah. Well, I guess in that case, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't... interested."
He sighed. "This is an incredibly unprofessional conversation to be having in a SHIELD vehicle." He pulled onto the off-ramp, leaving the US-9 behind as they entered New York.
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Date: 2012-04-22 04:37 am (UTC)He sighed. "This is an incredibly unprofessional conversation to be having in a SHIELD vehicle." He pulled onto the off-ramp, leaving the US-9 behind as they entered New York.