( as he settles, kara pushes the basket of fries — a perfect mix of crunchy thin ones and thicker, softer ones — a little further towards him. it's a friendly gesture, one intended to give him something to occupy his hands and his attention rather than focus on nerves. she knows a little something about feeling nervous in your own skin, after all. )

Yeah? Me too, actually. ( a quiet laugh and a hand tucked over her mouth as she realizes she'd still been chewing a bit, covering until she's managed to finally swallow. ) I broke my key in my neighbor's door... luckily, she's not mad about it.

So, um, what did you want to talk about? Or know, I guess. Ask me anything.