[ She gives him a few small glances as he talks, her demeanour slowly fading into smaller, quieter mannerism the further they get away from the stage. He delivers a very vague answer, side stepping any details; maybe too hard to talk about or maybe there was nothing particularly interesting beyond that. After all, how does someone know what is interesting about where they come from?
Her eyes follow his to the sign, and she quickly reads off the few choices. There’s two that catches her attention and she smiles a little, happy to be stuck in such a mundane predicament of not being able to decide on what to get. And maybe to also chase away the small feeling of guilt for getting a free meal. ]
Please don’t laugh, but I’d like to try the chocolate.
[ A little too predictable maybe, but that’s what’s calling out. She fidgets a little, and almost like she can’t stop herself: ]
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Her eyes follow his to the sign, and she quickly reads off the few choices. There’s two that catches her attention and she smiles a little, happy to be stuck in such a mundane predicament of not being able to decide on what to get. And maybe to also chase away the small feeling of guilt for getting a free meal. ]
Please don’t laugh, but I’d like to try the chocolate.
[ A little too predictable maybe, but that’s what’s calling out. She fidgets a little, and almost like she can’t stop herself: ]
If that’s not too much to ask.