Just one more after this. : ) I'm such a Shweir shipper, it's sad, lol…
.3.
He drops a pen next to her seat, and they both move to pick it up. Under the table green eyes look up into brown before his lips brush the pale red smile she's been flaunting. Brown eyes hold green for one fleeting moment. He stands, pen triumphant in his hand, and twirling it completes the mission report. Green eyes watch him, dazed, and he hides a grin. John—3, Liz—3. A casual smirk would be fitting, but brown eyes look rather dazed as well.