He isn’t picky. Eating comes without study or concern, though he’s careful initially to mirror her own habits so as not to offend any cultural or regional traditions that might exist.
The rest is simple. Quiet for a time, and then not, once his hackles begin to lower and he realizes that even in a place this unattended, an abundance of silence doesn’t mean they’re being eavesdropped upon.
“It’s better than I had thought it would be.”
The food. Or maybe the city. Or maybe the company— someone so much like himself, in essence.
Hard to say, as he gives away nothing of his own between bites.
no subject
The rest is simple. Quiet for a time, and then not, once his hackles begin to lower and he realizes that even in a place this unattended, an abundance of silence doesn’t mean they’re being eavesdropped upon.
“It’s better than I had thought it would be.”
The food. Or maybe the city. Or maybe the company— someone so much like himself, in essence.
Hard to say, as he gives away nothing of his own between bites.