[ gaby returns the handshake with a slightly more delicate firmness, her hands are tiny, before letting him go, already absently sort of swaying to the song. ]
I'm not looking for a job. [ she looks up at him with her big brown puppy dog eyes, not batting an eyelash at his name. she understands from tone that it is his name and not a pet name for her and just chalks it up to americans being... odd. ]
no subject
I'm not looking for a job. [ she looks up at him with her big brown puppy dog eyes, not batting an eyelash at his name. she understands from tone that it is his name and not a pet name for her and just chalks it up to americans being... odd. ]
Do you want to dance with me, Baby?
[ right here in front of the booth, it's fine. ]