[He pauses as she slides away from the table, a faint flicker of confusion and concern passing his expression for a moment at it. Not that he thinks she's retreating or trying to make space or anything. But true to form, Fie just does what she wants, deciding that she wants to head out now.]
Yeah, sure. Just-- gimme a sec.
[He'll abandon what's left of his food, but he's definitely gotta rummage in his pocket to actually pay for it. While he's counting, though, she slips in that compliment, and it's enough to make him stop for a moment.
He's not really embarrassed by it so much as thrown. (Well. Maybe a little embarrassed.) More than anything, it's something he doesn't think he's ever been told. Not that he'd ever been in a situation like this before in his life, but even so, he wouldn't have imagined something so simple and honest just catching in his chest and nestling there with a certain inexplicable warmth.
And she's gone, before he can really respond to it, and thankfully before she can catch the way his face heats up. Half flustered, half.... who knows. Either way, he shoves himself up, drains the remainder of his coffee, and goes to pay for their meal.
When he returns outside, he's pulled his coat closer about himself against the chilly late-autumn wind. And maybe it could be blamed for the tinge of red still lingering on the longer pinna of his ears, rather than his inability to process so much of what's happened in the past few minutes.]
...Sure. Parks are nice. [And it's nice to see her so carefree, a sort of relaxation that's different from the easy sort of friendship they'd had only an hour before. Maybe he's imagining it, but just the way she steps and carries herself, it seems... elated.] You got the rest of the afternoon free, right?
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Yeah, sure. Just-- gimme a sec.
[He'll abandon what's left of his food, but he's definitely gotta rummage in his pocket to actually pay for it. While he's counting, though, she slips in that compliment, and it's enough to make him stop for a moment.
He's not really embarrassed by it so much as thrown. (Well. Maybe a little embarrassed.) More than anything, it's something he doesn't think he's ever been told. Not that he'd ever been in a situation like this before in his life, but even so, he wouldn't have imagined something so simple and honest just catching in his chest and nestling there with a certain inexplicable warmth.
And she's gone, before he can really respond to it, and thankfully before she can catch the way his face heats up. Half flustered, half.... who knows. Either way, he shoves himself up, drains the remainder of his coffee, and goes to pay for their meal.
When he returns outside, he's pulled his coat closer about himself against the chilly late-autumn wind. And maybe it could be blamed for the tinge of red still lingering on the longer pinna of his ears, rather than his inability to process so much of what's happened in the past few minutes.]
...Sure. Parks are nice. [And it's nice to see her so carefree, a sort of relaxation that's different from the easy sort of friendship they'd had only an hour before. Maybe he's imagining it, but just the way she steps and carries herself, it seems... elated.] You got the rest of the afternoon free, right?