Aren’t I meant to be nursing a headache with the bread?
[He doesn’t sound remotely bothered, especially noting that smile. He does indeed also smell like chlorine. He puts out his cigarette and places the bag on his table.]
[He’s still in yesterday’s clothes, even. He’s used to wearing the same thing day in, day out, though.]
Alright… If you insist. [He smiles at her, feeling slightly nervous, slightly hopeful. The inclusive phrasing of “Let’s” gives him enough to ride with.]
Wash room is just down this way, then. [His hold around her waist slips to her hand, catching her with gently curled fingers. He’s not about to make her go anywhere she’s not looking to go.]
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[He doesn’t sound remotely bothered, especially noting that smile. He does indeed also smell like chlorine. He puts out his cigarette and places the bag on his table.]
[He’s still in yesterday’s clothes, even. He’s used to wearing the same thing day in, day out, though.]
Alright… If you insist. [He smiles at her, feeling slightly nervous, slightly hopeful. The inclusive phrasing of “Let’s” gives him enough to ride with.]
Wash room is just down this way, then. [His hold around her waist slips to her hand, catching her with gently curled fingers. He’s not about to make her go anywhere she’s not looking to go.]