Nova
What you think of yourself
Glad to have cleared up the mispronunciation of the cafe's name, Nova beamed and inhaled her piece of bread. The edge of hunger was dissipating, and she slowed just enough to breathe between bites, using the extra oxygen to hum her delight for the garlicy taste.
The question about whether Vesper has his own business is met with a tilt of her head, face scrunching in genuine thought. "I don't think so. He doesn't even have a place to live because he's so tall, so I'm planning to make a house for us to live in! It's going to have lots of windows. It might even be a treehouse!"
She ripped off another piece of bread, grinning around the bite as she asked, "Where dho you live?"
The question about whether Vesper has his own business is met with a tilt of her head, face scrunching in genuine thought. "I don't think so. He doesn't even have a place to live because he's so tall, so I'm planning to make a house for us to live in! It's going to have lots of windows. It might even be a treehouse!"
She ripped off another piece of bread, grinning around the bite as she asked, "Where dho you live?"
is more important than what people think of you
