Guess so. [Her mouth curls in a smile as she answers. She's content to lounge on the couch in relative silence, idly sipping her beer. Her posture is relaxed. Honestly, it's pretty far from the worst way she's ever passed the time.
However, at a certain point, it becomes obvious that he's...waiting. Patiently, to be fair. But she's not entirely sure what. So she shifts on the couch, one leg folded under the other on the cushion so she's facing him. There's a hint of warm humor in her voice, her expression curious and open.] It feels like you're waiting for something. What is it?
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However, at a certain point, it becomes obvious that he's...waiting. Patiently, to be fair. But she's not entirely sure what. So she shifts on the couch, one leg folded under the other on the cushion so she's facing him. There's a hint of warm humor in her voice, her expression curious and open.] It feels like you're waiting for something. What is it?