Oh, he knows that smile. He's seen it before and he's worn it before but it's hardly the maker of a challenge being hat he is, most honestly, interested.
When she hands out the paper, he takes it between the tips of two fingers and looks it over. Unconcerned, for the moment, of what it said. More interested in what her writing style said about her. Sliding it in half he rises and grasps her hand. Firm, one shake. A short nod.
"And you,"a calm about him as he even offers to see her to the door.
It's neat and precise, the note. Ever so slightly girly as well, medium sized handwriting. She smiles politely at him, walking quickly to the door with him in tow,a feeling of professionalism about her. She stops at the door to readjust herself before putting a hand on the door.
"Goodbye, and thank you again. Do you need a ride to get there tomorrow, by any chance?"
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When she hands out the paper, he takes it between the tips of two fingers and looks it over. Unconcerned, for the moment, of what it said. More interested in what her writing style said about her. Sliding it in half he rises and grasps her hand. Firm, one shake. A short nod.
"And you,"a calm about him as he even offers to see her to the door.
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"Goodbye, and thank you again. Do you need a ride to get there tomorrow, by any chance?"