His hands are striking. They mirror his form--long, graceful, and purposeful. He uses them to flip through the stack of padds. One lithe finger slides along a touch screen.
How can *hands* be this way?
He pauses, and brings two fingers to his lips… and breathes.
Absently, his other hand searches for the teacup. Two fingers curl about the handle, a thumb pressing gently for stability, and steam trails as he releases his pose and raises the cup to his mouth.
One swallow and she sees him staring back at her, questioningly, cup in midair.
He is so beautiful.