( the extended hand surprises her — it's such a formal thing to do, the sort of greeting she'd expect at a business meeting, rather than one between strangers at what basically amounted to a promotional event at the shopping mall — but she shakes it regardless, a small smile curving at the edges of her mouth as she does. )
Linda Park, I write for the local paper.
( it's an introduction that rolls off her tongue before she has time to rethink it, one she's given a million times before back home. it leaves her with an opportunity to get a better look, this time at the surroundings rather than his pseudo-clothed form, and her eyes catch on the now half-empty bottle of what looks suspiciously like orange soda. )
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Linda Park, I write for the local paper.
( it's an introduction that rolls off her tongue before she has time to rethink it, one she's given a million times before back home. it leaves her with an opportunity to get a better look, this time at the surroundings rather than his pseudo-clothed form, and her eyes catch on the now half-empty bottle of what looks suspiciously like orange soda. )
What'd you have to drink?