( she's almost a bit embarrassed that the moment she turns around, it appears another had been politely waiting for her to finish— and who said chivalry was dead? though it's only a split moment before his features register that familiar spread of warmth about her chest, lips instantly baring a perhaps too-eager smile. she hasn't the will to dull it, nor does she find it necessary— but she will say she'd hoped he'd happen around her booth at some point during the day.
she waits, still, at the opposite side of the mat from where he's approached, slowly beginning to circle around it's edge toward him; all six foot four of his figure. )
Something like that. ( a tip of her head, jetblack locks pulled up into a ponytail giving a slight brush along her shoulder. ) There something you need protecting from, Baby?
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she waits, still, at the opposite side of the mat from where he's approached, slowly beginning to circle around it's edge toward him; all six foot four of his figure. )
Something like that. ( a tip of her head, jetblack locks pulled up into a ponytail giving a slight brush along her shoulder. ) There something you need protecting from, Baby?