[ why is she being so curt? there's a confused tension that gathers around his eyes, his intrigue deepening as she skirts around his questions. perhaps she just wants to get back to studying, but isn't this part of her job? ]
Let's do... blueberry. [ he doesn't care all that much about the flavour of the scone. as she preps the scone, he takes a sip of the americano and hums, pleased. ]
So do you go here? [ easy, breezy, like her rudeness doesn't land on him at all. ] I feel like we should've met. [ because he knows a lot of people, and because the more he looks at her, the prettier she gets. a sort of look he doesn't usually go for. would he have missed her? a hand goes to his own chest. ] I'm Ransom, by the way.
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Let's do... blueberry. [ he doesn't care all that much about the flavour of the scone. as she preps the scone, he takes a sip of the americano and hums, pleased. ]
So do you go here? [ easy, breezy, like her rudeness doesn't land on him at all. ] I feel like we should've met. [ because he knows a lot of people, and because the more he looks at her, the prettier she gets. a sort of look he doesn't usually go for. would he have missed her? a hand goes to his own chest. ] I'm Ransom, by the way.