we cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are
The silence ends in abrupt awkwardness, Amalia snapping back to Finn, her brows raised in quiet surprise. She hadn't noticed his discomfort; rubbing her hand over the back of her neck, the girl glances away again, feeling rather foolish. "I- yeah, of course."
She rises from her stool, turning back to the kitchen. "You can take the tea with you - I'll get a cover for the cup." It's only a few moments of rummaging before she returns, reaching for his mug to secure a wooden piece to the top. "You can bring it back next time you visit." Another brief glance, a small, hopeful smile, and she pushes the cup back.
She'll walk him to the door, opening it and nodding as he leaves. "Finn... it was really nice to see you," the girl chimes as he departs, pushing a lock of hair back behind her ear. "Good luck with your report."
She rises from her stool, turning back to the kitchen. "You can take the tea with you - I'll get a cover for the cup." It's only a few moments of rummaging before she returns, reaching for his mug to secure a wooden piece to the top. "You can bring it back next time you visit." Another brief glance, a small, hopeful smile, and she pushes the cup back.
She'll walk him to the door, opening it and nodding as he leaves. "Finn... it was really nice to see you," the girl chimes as he departs, pushing a lock of hair back behind her ear. "Good luck with your report."
Amalia
