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céleste accepted the bottle without breaking eye contact, fingers grazing his just long enough to make it seem incidental — a calculated accident, if anything. she brought the bottle to her lips, taking a sip — not out of need, but because she didn’t mind letting the silence stretch either. his reply lingered between them, deliberate, measured. a soft breath of amusement slipped past her lips, almost like she was entertaining the thought—before she tilted her head slightly, gaze dragging over him in a way that was half assessment, half something else. something more dangerous. most people, standing in a penthouse like this, would probably be fixated on how he got here — the money, the name, the effortless access to things others could only dream of. but none of that had been her first thought. his wealth, his lifestyle, the privileges that came with it — didn’t impressed her. money made things easier, not more interesting. and alec? he was interesting. not because of what he had, but because of whatever was lurking beneath the curated exterior. but that didn’t mean she was about to hand him that realization. "mm." the sound was thoughtful, considering, but not entirely convinced. she let her eyes flick over him — not in admiration, but in calculation. like she was still deciding exactly where he fit in her world. "so what you’re saying is…" she let the words hang, her lips curving just slightly. "you’re naturally inclined to be this insufferable?" she took another sip, before setting the bottle down with a quiet clink against the counter. then, with the faintest smirk, she met his gaze head-on. "noted." she took a quick gaze across the new york city skyline. “at least you're not getting exhausted trying to impress people then. more energy to place elsewhere.”
his smirk didn’t falter, but he captured the way her gaze moved — perceptive, knowing. most people didn’t look that closely, or if they did, they were too busy being in awe of his wealth to question what they found. celeste, apparently, was neither. it felt as though she had already sized him up and decided exactly where he fit into her world. that was new. most people were too distracted by the money, the name, the lifestyle to see past the surface. they played along, eager to impress, but céleste? she wasn’t playing at all. at her comment about the water, he chuckled before quipping, “hydration is important, céleste. i thought you, of all people, would appreciate that.” he moved toward the built-in fridge, prying it open and grabbing a random bottle without even checking the brand. voss, apparently. twisting off the cap, he held it out to her. “but if this doesn’t meet your standards, i’m sure i can have something imported. nothing but the best for my trainer, right?” her next words, though, caught him slightly off guard. not that he showed it. you don’t have to try and impress me. he let the silence stretch just long enough to make it noticeable, his eyes lingering on her frame. it was almost inscrutable, but there was something there. maybe the smallest crack in all that control. he eased a little closer, just enough to minimize some of the space between them, but not enough to cross any lines. not yet. “who says i’m trying?” his composure was level, tone light and teasing. “maybe this is just me.”
Gideon Glick as Tobias Bell and Jonathan Groff as Kevin ÉTOILE — The Slip (1.07)
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