"Guess not," she agrees leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table. Once more her ice cream forgotten in favor of leaving it to melt in its dish as she lets her eyes scan the patrons. Two days hadn't been nearly enough time and here she was sharing a table and wasting a perfectly good cherry sundae to sulk into. Though usually sulking involved far less talk than what was currently going on.
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Date: 2015-01-12 04:22 am (UTC)