You lean over your legs to grab the cup of hot pepper chocolate with brandy, in your free hand you hold a pen and write down some things you need to buy and scribble on the free spaces of the sheet with drawings.

Manon watches, sitting on the floor while her legs are spread and her hands rest on her knees as she holds her cup, her eyes absorbing every detail of you in silence. She watches the way your face lights up in the fireplace light, the way your thighs look together and your lips come into a pout in a concentrated expression.

She wish she could approach you and hug you without fear, but after the last argument you had about Manon being distant and not giving herself to you, she is afraid to get closer because she knows she owes you an apology.

She's trying, and that fact matters a lot because she would never even try if it were for anyone other than you. She loves you too much.

Hmm, so...you're drawing again? They're really pretty. Manon says trying to have a normal conversation with you, she leans in just a little to look over your shoulder and snoop through your notes