@AstralQuiescent Why wouldn’t it be? [She answers him with a question, taking a small bite out of the ravioli before looking away from his icy blue eyes.]
@AstralQuiescent [She returns to their table two minutes later, her lips pressed together and her hair swept over one shoulder.] Sorry about that. Where were we? Ah, yes. Whose turn was it?
@AstralQuiescent Uh, excuse me. [She gently moves back in her seat, standing up to head into the restroom. Although she was allowed to be vulnerable, she found herself wanting to keep that side of herself private.]
@AstralQuiescent [She presses her lips together, somewhat surprised by all that they had in common. It was all too much. Her appetite disappeared in an instant.] I’m sorry for your loss.
@AstralQuiescent Wow, you look alike. [Hands the photo back, clearing her throat as it seemed to have triggered some distasteful memories for her.] Where is he now?
@AstralQuiescent [Makes a face, very much wanting to see him with a head full of blonde strands.] Why’re they doing that? Let me guess, so you can look more like Christian Grey than you already do.
@AstralQuiescent The three cheese ravioli gives you a point. [She smiles to herself as the waitress from before appears, carefully setting their dinner before them.] Not bad, Stetson.
@AstralQuiescent I like listening to the piano, it soothes me. [She admits with a small smile, straightening up in her seat.] I can sing too. But don’t ask me to ever sing for you, I’m not going to.
@AstralQuiescent [Her brows instantly shoot up in surprise, trying to hide the incredulous look on her face.] You don’t strike me as the type of man with a +
@AstralQuiescent My favorite color is red. It’s bold and fierce. [She runs her fingers down the front of her red dress, without a doubt moving his gaze to +