[ Not even having looked up when stepping around the individual, she's reluctant still even when she hears her name. She doesn't quite recognize the voice, but whoever it is can bother her when she's working. Right now she's—
—being grabbed. Not roughly, but intimately, and that seems more startling. So much that she finally tears her eyes from the lotus so that she can look to the man asking for her attention. He's nearly touching the bracelet on her wrist, and she's too enamored by his boldness to immediately pull away.
Her brow furrows while she attempts to puzzle him out. A disgruntled customer? She wouldn't forget those, and she can't imagine forgetting eyes like those. Something about him is familiar, and despite his proximity she doesn't feel threatened. If anything, she teases. ]
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—being grabbed. Not roughly, but intimately, and that seems more startling. So much that she finally tears her eyes from the lotus so that she can look to the man asking for her attention. He's nearly touching the bracelet on her wrist, and she's too enamored by his boldness to immediately pull away.
Her brow furrows while she attempts to puzzle him out. A disgruntled customer? She wouldn't forget those, and she can't imagine forgetting eyes like those. Something about him is familiar, and despite his proximity she doesn't feel threatened. If anything, she teases. ]
Did you lure me with the lotus?