'Why handholds? Maybe he means windowsills... Windowsills are pretty.'
Her thoughts clashed and gathered together before tumbling away. Some of what Airy thought found its way to the tip of her tongue but she was moving to slowly to keep up with everything else. She liked the idea of this guy sitting on a windowsill, like he was a gargoyle or some other fixture that attached to the side of buildings... whatever that was called.
"I wanna see." She replied with a little bit of a wider smile. Airy had given up on being able to travel a long time ago and being trapped in this city certainly doesn't make it easier. "I was in New York." It was almost home.
Airy's lips stretched into a smile. "This is vodka and lemon and delicious." She shifted a bit and placed the drink in front of him. "Try it. Just a sip." Because that was her drink and she'd be sad of her Lemonchello Martini was suddenly gone. Granted, she'd order another but it would still be sad.
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'Why handholds? Maybe he means windowsills... Windowsills are pretty.'
Her thoughts clashed and gathered together before tumbling away. Some of what Airy thought found its way to the tip of her tongue but she was moving to slowly to keep up with everything else. She liked the idea of this guy sitting on a windowsill, like he was a gargoyle or some other fixture that attached to the side of buildings... whatever that was called.
"I wanna see." She replied with a little bit of a wider smile. Airy had given up on being able to travel a long time ago and being trapped in this city certainly doesn't make it easier. "I was in New York." It was almost home.
Airy's lips stretched into a smile. "This is vodka and lemon and delicious." She shifted a bit and placed the drink in front of him. "Try it. Just a sip." Because that was her drink and she'd be sad of her Lemonchello Martini was suddenly gone. Granted, she'd order another but it would still be sad.