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“Well, I suppose ——?” It came out more like a question, far from the statement he had intended it to be. But he didn’t dare to make another comment about it. It might appear rude and his mother always said; ‘Be mindful of others and they’ll do the same!’. He watched her as she joined his side and another chuckle left his lips. “French —-” he repeated, clearly humored. He reached down for a pebble that was at his foot, tossing it against the wall of the shop. “It’s BEAU .” he reminded her and lifted his eyes to meet hers. “What about yours?”
rory scrutinizes him before murmuring softly, “you don’t talk much…? is that your thing?” oh, she doesn’t want to seem rude… but she has met people whose type is NOT TALKING. “it’s fine, you can always tell me to shut up and i’ll shut up.” half of that is the truth, but rory aims to make friends. “beau. see? that’s french.” she says, smiling. “beautiful, yeah? mine’s rory. it’s irish, i think.” the brunette shrugs slightly, “something to do with having red hair.”















