Mina took his joke well, even laughing with him. As he balled up his food wrapper, she pulled herself up from her seat and crossed the space between them. She picked the seat opposite him, the two facing each other properly now, starkly contrasting to before. She met his eyes as he tucked the balled-up grease paper into his pocket. Her question had a wry grin settling on his face, looking down as he let out a chuckle as she requested a fresh slate for the both of them.
“Yeah, we can start again,” he said softly, looking back up to meet her eyes again. His mouth had curled just a little, just shy of a smirk. “Come here often?” He said it with humour, clearly not expecting an answer to his picking a rote question to lift the mood some more.
“Yeah, we can start again,” he said softly, looking back up to meet her eyes again. His mouth had curled just a little, just shy of a smirk. “Come here often?” He said it with humour, clearly not expecting an answer to his picking a rote question to lift the mood some more.