A/N: I feel awful that I haven't gotten around to writing these chapters when they aren't that long, but for this one, I was struggling to find a way to present Grant and Skye's courting from Kara's POV. She is, of course, getting annoyed with the third wheel status. How soon do you want Mike Peterson to join the trio?
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Kara felt…icky. It wasn't because the shower was briefer than she'd have liked, and it wasn't even the state of the dining room, which left something to be desired. It was her blockhead friends.
Both Skye and Grant were playing some sort of game. First, she'd felt the table wobble when Skye bumped the underside with her knee as she drew a line up Grant's leg with her foot.
Second, Grant had responded with a narrow-eyed look, and stole a strip of bacon off of Skye's plate. He deliberately kept eye contact with her as he ate it. Honestly, Kara would have thought that Skye'd have more of an outraged expression and more than one thing to say about it, but she just smirked.
Kara rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Look, I know that there aren't many people in here, but I'm sitting right next to you, completely grossed out by what you're doing." Both of them flicked their gazes to her, and back to each other. Simultaneously, they straightened up in their seats, Skye sliding her feet under her chair. "Thank you." Kara said, still the only one who had spoken a word throughout breakfast.
It wasn't even two minutes later when she saw Skye sneaking a foot back out towards Grant, and she'd had enough. She let out a loud scoff and stood, grabbing her plate and orange juice before marching over to the other side of the dining hall. Placing them in front of a seat, she pulled the chair in question out and sat in it, having been careful to select a view that was not of the other two. She could hear Skye's faint giggling, and decided she didn't really want to know what was going on.
She finished her breakfast in relative peace, the noise in the room eventually rising as a few more of the hotel's guests arrived for theirs. Standing up and preparing to head back to the room she paid for, she noticed that neither Grant nor Skye were at their seats. Skye's plate still had food left on it, but was being cleared away along with Grant's by the tired-looking waitress. Kara groaned quietly to herself; they'd snuck off to have sex. Probably, anyway.
The man in question's name appeared on her phone's screen as it buzzed in her pocket, indicating that a text had come through.
Grant: Sorry about breakfast. But you might want to find Skye that journal she wanted.
"Huh!" she gave a half-laugh, half-scoff, unsurprised. "Of course I would." Continuing to grumble to herself about them, she marched out of the dining room and out the front door.