"I don't..." What? He's already sitting. What if she had said no? Would he have done it anyway? "I guess I don't now."
She looks down at her tray, pushing around her food with a fork. Think, Lou, think. What does one talk about with one of the project's golden boys? Her mind simply flatlines, blanking out on any possibilities so she's left sitting there quietly.
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Date: 2017-07-13 05:04 am (UTC)From:She looks down at her tray, pushing around her food with a fork. Think, Lou, think. What does one talk about with one of the project's golden boys? Her mind simply flatlines, blanking out on any possibilities so she's left sitting there quietly.