meet me where the falling stars live
i will wait for you
The idea that they have anything in common elicits a very self-unaware eyebrow raise, skepticism and amusement in her face. "I don't know... You're both passionate, and guarded. And very invested in your interests. And talented." She turns back to the book, absent-eyed. "And you both want to belong to something bigger. You both want family. To stop feeling alone."
Amalia, of course, wants these things too.
Still, she's a little relieved that he doesn't blame her for the rift, if unconvinced. "Your parents sound awful." For all her difficulties with Rishima, at least Amalia could trust her mother. And she'd always had her Nani to smooth things over.
Her hands rise from the book to wrap around her chest; the girl is suddenly quite tired. Not looking up at Sam, she runs a hand through her hair. "I should... Should get back to the bakery. But this was... Nice. Um." Floundering, Amalia blushes and shrugs. "Maybe... Maybe before too long we can do it again. Maybe dinner at the bakery? Evie could come too. It'd be a family meal." Obviously. Woefully awkward, Amalia trails off, looking to all the world like she might flee at any moment.
Amalia, of course, wants these things too.
Still, she's a little relieved that he doesn't blame her for the rift, if unconvinced. "Your parents sound awful." For all her difficulties with Rishima, at least Amalia could trust her mother. And she'd always had her Nani to smooth things over.
Her hands rise from the book to wrap around her chest; the girl is suddenly quite tired. Not looking up at Sam, she runs a hand through her hair. "I should... Should get back to the bakery. But this was... Nice. Um." Floundering, Amalia blushes and shrugs. "Maybe... Maybe before too long we can do it again. Maybe dinner at the bakery? Evie could come too. It'd be a family meal." Obviously. Woefully awkward, Amalia trails off, looking to all the world like she might flee at any moment.
day and night
