[ ... she laughs. It's a quiet, understated sort of laughter, not what people usually expect from her because she looks like she'd be chirping or something (some guy actually told her that once, verbatim. She felt so sorry for him). Hiding her smile only partially behind her free hand, she takes the time to lick her lips clean from milky foam, the warm taste of coffee still heavy on her tongue. Then, she hurries back towards the counter, her heels clicking away in the otherwise stillness around them. ]
While we're at it - I just need to find something... before you go...
[ She rummages around in the drawers beneath the counter. Come on, come on, where is it? Setting aside the coffee cup, she uses both hands to sort through all the junk - well, it's junk now, obviously, at this moment because she really can't for the life of her see what use she'd have of extra sticky tape, of blank stickers or prize tags... ]
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[ ... she laughs. It's a quiet, understated sort of laughter, not what people usually expect from her because she looks like she'd be chirping or something (some guy actually told her that once, verbatim. She felt so sorry for him). Hiding her smile only partially behind her free hand, she takes the time to lick her lips clean from milky foam, the warm taste of coffee still heavy on her tongue. Then, she hurries back towards the counter, her heels clicking away in the otherwise stillness around them. ]
While we're at it - I just need to find something... before you go...
[ She rummages around in the drawers beneath the counter. Come on, come on, where is it? Setting aside the coffee cup, she uses both hands to sort through all the junk - well, it's junk now, obviously, at this moment because she really can't for the life of her see what use she'd have of extra sticky tape, of blank stickers or prize tags... ]