Charlotte was a girl of few words.
Peggy was a girl of many.
Charlotte was dispassionate and expressionless more often than she wasn't.
Peggy was always profusely passionate about something and never tried to hide it.
Charlotte could have driven Peggy up a wall with all of her deadpanning.
And yet she didn't. Because Charlotte was what Peggy was currently passionate about. Opposites attract, as they say.
It was even refreshing in a way, because Charlotte didn't blab on and on about pointless things. When she talked, she actually had something to say. And when she complimented Peggy, it meant so much more because she could trust the caramel-haired teen's words to be sincere.
And there was something else about Charlotte that Peggy just couldn't get enough of.
How much she touched. Charlotte conveyed so much through touching, it was basically like another way of talking for her. A particular way she squeezed Peggy's shoulder meant she wanted comfort. Tracing a delicate finger over Peggy's lips meant one thing, but a brush of the hand along the journalist's jawline meant something completely different.
Their touches were an exclusive language only the two of them knew. It was so...Personal.
With all the time spent prying into people's lives and being impersonal, a little more personal was good for Peggy.
"You're thinking too much again," Charlotte breathed, caramel orbs sliding to Peggy.
"Like chocolate diamonds," the journalist murmured offhandedly.
"Comparing my eyes to jewelry is really cheesy," Charlotte chided in a bland monotone. But she took Peggy's hand and loosely intertwined their fingers. It meant she'd appreciated the allusion, cheesy or not.