[ He's bemused every time he looks up at her, sees her reaction to her donair. Yeah, it's good, but what she thinks of it is beyond what he would've expected from anyone. Still, he doesn't comment on it, much more interested in his own food than to point out how enthused she seems to be by it.
He chews, swallows before answering. ]
Amos. You?
[ Tit for that. He figures he'll probably recognize her whenever he sees her again — almost seems like an inevitability that he will at some point — but hey, fair point on her end. She isn't so lost in the (donair) sauce that she can't bring up a good query.
Amos likes her. Sure, she's a little weird — both in body and attitude — but hey, so is he. At worst, they got a couple of things in common already, and that's rare for him. Might as well stick around by her for a bit. ]
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He chews, swallows before answering. ]
Amos. You?
[ Tit for that. He figures he'll probably recognize her whenever he sees her again — almost seems like an inevitability that he will at some point — but hey, fair point on her end. She isn't so lost in the (donair) sauce that she can't bring up a good query.
Amos likes her. Sure, she's a little weird — both in body and attitude — but hey, so is he. At worst, they got a couple of things in common already, and that's rare for him. Might as well stick around by her for a bit. ]