[She laughs. That's all. She's usually much better at flirting. She's usually disarmingly forward, which certain people really go for. But right now the word cloud of her brain has a large, bolded 'FUCK' at its center.
Pushing her hair back, Hana nods. Wrong again. Eventually she's going to have to answer him or get up and leave.]
Could we not meet yet? I'm not at my best. A little distracted. [She reaches for her drink and gulps the rest of it down when she realizes, yes, she's being forward, but not in a sexy way.] Usually much better at talking to handsome men...
[The word cloud is now just a bunch of interconnected 'fuck's in various fonts.]
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Pushing her hair back, Hana nods. Wrong again. Eventually she's going to have to answer him or get up and leave.]
Could we not meet yet? I'm not at my best. A little distracted. [She reaches for her drink and gulps the rest of it down when she realizes, yes, she's being forward, but not in a sexy way.] Usually much better at talking to handsome men...
[The word cloud is now just a bunch of interconnected 'fuck's in various fonts.]