Corrine mentally sighs, knowing that the man behind her is the manager. She doesn't want to be rude, though, but what could she really say? ''No, sorry, this seat is taken by my imaginary friend''? Yeah, right, Corri. Leave the guy without a _doubt_ that you're a total whackjob.'
"Uh... no." She took her bag from the seat across from her, pointedly sitting it on the open part of the bench directly beside her. 'At the very least, he won't be able to sit _next_ to me if he's a total nut.'
She stares up at him, suddenly realizing this is a convenient opportunity to mention the pretzel. Her attempt to avoid him had obviously not worked, so she might as well get a good pretzel out of the deal.
"The, uh... the pretzel you gave? It's stale," she says, breaking the last half of the pretzel apart to show how it crumbles. "That whole batch is probably... I mean..." She bites her lip. "I've been coming here a lot recently. Not saying you have bad food, but this one's just..."
She sets the pretzel down, and averts her eyes to the table, taking a quick sip of her latte.
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Date: 2005-04-12 06:21 pm (UTC)"Uh... no." She took her bag from the seat across from her, pointedly sitting it on the open part of the bench directly beside her. 'At the very least, he won't be able to sit _next_ to me if he's a total nut.'
She stares up at him, suddenly realizing this is a convenient opportunity to mention the pretzel. Her attempt to avoid him had obviously not worked, so she might as well get a good pretzel out of the deal.
"The, uh... the pretzel you gave? It's stale," she says, breaking the last half of the pretzel apart to show how it crumbles. "That whole batch is probably... I mean..." She bites her lip. "I've been coming here a lot recently. Not saying you have bad food, but this one's just..."
She sets the pretzel down, and averts her eyes to the table, taking a quick sip of her latte.