❝ Hey, you gonna finish that? ❞
The question is uttered without shame, or hesitation. Quickly, without giving the other time to react, let alone ANSWER, she’s taking the seat across from him — a cushioned, wicker chair, crossing her legs immediately upon sitting. Sunflower Cafe certainly doesn’t fit her aesthetic, it’s true, but she’s starving and the food’s amazing scent had invaded her senses all the way from across the street. Who was she to resist her body’s natural reaction? It simply wouldn’t be in the best interest of her health to do so!
The problem? The place was packed today. It was a Saturday morning, the weather was great, and clearly a majority of the Cafe’s patrons today were regulars, if their interactions with the staff was any clue. To make matters worse, this God forsaken love town seemed to bleed couples ( platonic and romantic alike ) from its very core, so nearly every table was filled. All but this one, sitting one lone boy with a barely touched plate. If anything, she was fulfilling a saintly duty to keep this poor child company!
❝ I am STARVING! There’s nowhere else to sit and you’ve been staring at your plate for awhile, you know? ❞ She continues from her first inquiry, as if any of this is sufficient as an explanation for her horrendous manners. It’s not, and she knows it, but she’s too hungover and attractive to care about such things. Who would say no to someone like her? He seemed like a nice kid, anyway. ❝ And... well, it’s a little embarrassing, but I left my wallet at home! ❞ Whether it’s true or not, one could never tell, because the sheepish, pretty smile on her face comes easily. ❝ Is it too weird? I’ll even accept your leftovers! I would be... SO grateful. ❞
