( It's all right if so, she won't be offended. Angela's the sort of person who will eat anything put in front of her but if given a choice, opts for the more decadent in life, holding higher standards. She's used to traveling the world and partaking of local dishes, rural or otherwise, and you don't complain for nourishment. Her hard line is drawn at "bugs", and even that hasn't always been respected. She could go hungry for a day or two or subsist off stale protein bars if she had to instead, really. Being in a place like this meant she didn't have to worry, and there's no reason for her smile to dim.
Any ease she may have earned with him in their time together so far comes to an abrupt end as she reaches over with the little gold pin, but he doesn't make to brush her off and his eyes follow the rounded ends of the pin until her nails are in his hair, brushing just that one bit aside and over his ear. There's a bit of a twist applied and she slips it in after, hiding the glint of metal and giving him some partial eyesight back with a little wink as she withdraws her hands. No harm done and not a single hair tugged at.
If he's worried about scars being off-putting, clearly no one's told him how attractive others find them. Angela happens to be one of them, fond of the twists of scar tissue that say I survived as much as she regrets their yelling a story to the world, not always able to be hidden. That wasn't fair, either. As if sensing the internal monologue: )
There. Still just as handsome, but with a bit more visibility, hmm?
( It shouldn't surprise her when the waiter comes and he has the other man's full attention; he barely even seems to glance at the menu. (Yes, Ziegler is her family name.) Her amusement only bubbles up again as he defaults to what she's having, and the waiter makes off with the menu without batting a lash at the voice coming from the device. Caim, however. Well. She's leveled with his full attention again to the term of endearment that seems to catch him off-guard. How else was she supposed to introduce him? 'This man who happened to sit at my table.' She isn't so rude as to give names away to strangers. So her head tips in silent question, blinking in the face of his surprise, and then he's ducking his head down.
Oh, did she embarrassed him?? Wipe that smile off your face, girl. She's reaching halfway across the table so her fingertips are just in his line of sight on the varnished wood, index finger lifting just for two little taps. Your attention, please. )
Well, can't we be? If we're having lunch together.
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Any ease she may have earned with him in their time together so far comes to an abrupt end as she reaches over with the little gold pin, but he doesn't make to brush her off and his eyes follow the rounded ends of the pin until her nails are in his hair, brushing just that one bit aside and over his ear. There's a bit of a twist applied and she slips it in after, hiding the glint of metal and giving him some partial eyesight back with a little wink as she withdraws her hands. No harm done and not a single hair tugged at.
If he's worried about scars being off-putting, clearly no one's told him how attractive others find them. Angela happens to be one of them, fond of the twists of scar tissue that say I survived as much as she regrets their yelling a story to the world, not always able to be hidden. That wasn't fair, either. As if sensing the internal monologue: )
There. Still just as handsome, but with a bit more visibility, hmm?
( It shouldn't surprise her when the waiter comes and he has the other man's full attention; he barely even seems to glance at the menu. (Yes, Ziegler is her family name.) Her amusement only bubbles up again as he defaults to what she's having, and the waiter makes off with the menu without batting a lash at the voice coming from the device. Caim, however. Well. She's leveled with his full attention again to the term of endearment that seems to catch him off-guard. How else was she supposed to introduce him? 'This man who happened to sit at my table.' She isn't so rude as to give names away to strangers. So her head tips in silent question, blinking in the face of his surprise, and then he's ducking his head down.
Oh, did she embarrassed him?? Wipe that smile off your face, girl. She's reaching halfway across the table so her fingertips are just in his line of sight on the varnished wood, index finger lifting just for two little taps. Your attention, please. )
Well, can't we be? If we're having lunch together.