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Rose smiled, watching as he took the menu she had offered, mind focusing on that rather allowing herself to think of what to order. Of what he would pick. It took all of Rose’s will not to allow her thoughts to echo those selections, that menu with it images and detailed descriptions committed to memory. Despite herself it was. “Oh I’m not really hungry,” she said then, looking towards the bar. Teeth finding the inside of her cheek briefly before she’d look back to him, “But I can offer you the moral support? Eating alone can be rather depressing–I’ll even order a liquid dinner if you’d like,” she teased. Masking her discomfort—an art she had mastered a very long time ago.
Pursing his lips and giving a small nod, Isaac picked up his cue to leave the stranger alone and simply returned his focus back to the menu before he heard her speak up once again. “A liquid dinner, huh?” Taking a moment to take over the girl’s appearance and check over her body language, he couldn’t quite put his finger on the vibe she was giving out. “Only if you want to—don’t feel like you have to keep me company now, I’m a big boy, I’ll be okay.”












