Turning the mug round and round by pushing around the handle, Sawyer glimpses over just in time to catch Juliet's gaze, holding it for just a few seconds before it's somehow too much for reasons he can't even quite explain, enough to make him turn around and take a sip of the scalding coffee to buy himself time. It's always a bit like this with people from the island. He finds himself longing for that place sometimes in the strangest ways.
"Fresh apple pie a la mode, ain't too many things better. Think I've had pie a few too many times since gettin' here, though, since there's that damned pie maker whose pies taste even better than my gran's," Sawyer remarked, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward. "Red Sox are always a safe bet, though. Whole lot safer than the Marlins. Makes you wish we could get a couple of teams started up on the island."
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Date: 2011-01-03 04:21 am (UTC)"Fresh apple pie a la mode, ain't too many things better. Think I've had pie a few too many times since gettin' here, though, since there's that damned pie maker whose pies taste even better than my gran's," Sawyer remarked, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward. "Red Sox are always a safe bet, though. Whole lot safer than the Marlins. Makes you wish we could get a couple of teams started up on the island."