[The apology seems to mollify her, expression softening a bit as the lamplight spills back over the notebook in her lap. Though the thanks he gets in return as he moves out of the way is a simple and silent nod. As for the prospect of him sticking around…]
Oh. [She glances for a moment at the open space at the seat alongside her, then back up at him.] If you want to.
[And it truly doesn’t seem like she minds in the least, apparently content to let him take a seat without much more of a care. She gets back to work immediately, putting pen to paper to scrawl out the remainder of whatever little notation she’d been in the middle of when he had accidentally impeded her writing.
Seemingly satisfied with that after a moment, however, she does set her pen down and turn her attention back to this stranger. There is simple and open curiosity in her gaze as she regards him.]
Do you not like the party?
[Why else step away from it to come sit over here with her?]
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Oh. [She glances for a moment at the open space at the seat alongside her, then back up at him.] If you want to.
[And it truly doesn’t seem like she minds in the least, apparently content to let him take a seat without much more of a care. She gets back to work immediately, putting pen to paper to scrawl out the remainder of whatever little notation she’d been in the middle of when he had accidentally impeded her writing.
Seemingly satisfied with that after a moment, however, she does set her pen down and turn her attention back to this stranger. There is simple and open curiosity in her gaze as she regards him.]
Do you not like the party?
[Why else step away from it to come sit over here with her?]