I can. I will. You better watch me.
Nova jumps to look at the familiar voice of the hunched figure next to her. She hasn't seen him since the funeral, but even then, they hadn't spoken, the mood too somber and melancholy for her liking. Despite their brief interactions thus far, it's hard to forget the man and her blue eyes brighten in recognition. "Oh! Hi Ronin! Thanks!" She stretches up on her toes to look at the chalkboard, momentarily wanting to try all of them.
Finally settling on a choice, Nova spins like a puff of glitter to look at the bartender. "Can I please get a cranberry dayquerry?" Because surely that's how 'daiquiri' is pronounced; and when the bartender doesn't correct her, how is she supposed to know?
Confident that she must has come off very mature in her choice and phrasing, Nova leans against the bar 'casually' to look at Ronin. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity, glancing at his own beverage that doesn't look very colorful, sweet, or fun. She tries not to look too disgusted (and fails) as she asks, "What are you drinking?
Finally settling on a choice, Nova spins like a puff of glitter to look at the bartender. "Can I please get a cranberry dayquerry?" Because surely that's how 'daiquiri' is pronounced; and when the bartender doesn't correct her, how is she supposed to know?
Confident that she must has come off very mature in her choice and phrasing, Nova leans against the bar 'casually' to look at Ronin. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity, glancing at his own beverage that doesn't look very colorful, sweet, or fun. She tries not to look too disgusted (and fails) as she asks, "What are you drinking?
Nova
