ROMAN GODFREY.

leg crossed over the other, seated with vodka in hand roman regards her. one sip and roman sets the glass down onto the coffee table, tired green eyes scanning bella’s face for any sign of distress. ❛ yeah. ❜ he leans back. ❛ is everything alright? ❜

flushed lips press together, gaze averting for a moment before she exhales. she sits up, snags roman’s glass and downs whatever remained. ❛ – i’ll refill that. but, uh – no, yeah, everything’s fine. nothing to be too worried about. ❜ body language screams of anxiety, but she’s working on a facade to hold up. roman never picks up on it, he seems to see right through no matter what. out with it, swan! ❛ – i think edward is coming to town. to see me. ❜