Constance didn't consider herself a student of human nature; she hardly saw the need when much of her most productive time was solitary. Still, she could see something in Imogen's eyes that hadn't been there before.
Something hit Constance between the eyes. It was small and reflective, wrapped in foil. Imogen's arms had barely moved; Constance may not have seen it had she not been staring directly at the woman.
'What on Earth?' Constance erupted.
'It's a kiss.'
'Not one I've ever seen.'
'Chocolate. Took them off Serge.'
'I don't want his kisses.'
'Turns out, neither do I.' Imogen fled.
