[Even without him correcting her, Ryder seems to shrink in her seat, fighting to keep her nervous energy under control before she does something as mortifying as burst into song just to get it out. When he rolls into his question, she winces a little and glances up before fully hearing it.]
What?
[Um. Oh. Oh. Somehow, she deflates even more. She doesn't fit in. She knows it, he knows it, everyone at nearby tables knows it, god she wouldn't be surprised if it got printed in the news tomorrow, and fuck her, because more people than you'd think still read paper news.]
I-I... I just -- thought... [Well. Shit. If she tries to say anything more, she's either going to snap at him or stutter until she's embarrassed into crying. Guess she's done with that sentence.]
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What?
[Um. Oh. Oh. Somehow, she deflates even more. She doesn't fit in. She knows it, he knows it, everyone at nearby tables knows it, god she wouldn't be surprised if it got printed in the news tomorrow, and fuck her, because more people than you'd think still read paper news.]
I-I... I just -- thought... [Well. Shit. If she tries to say anything more, she's either going to snap at him or stutter until she's embarrassed into crying. Guess she's done with that sentence.]