[ If the words sting like rejection, it's impossible to tell. Her expression doesn't shift in the least and she makes to breeze past him, as if the greeting had been nothing more than a scripted formality.
It's only when he touches her that she pauses. Her expression changes at last from that bright, vacant smile but the thing that replaces it isn't much better; a blank expression of confusion, a pause to process.
(Of course she doesn't know what to do. Ai of B-Komachi has no script to follow for something like this.)
After just a moment too long to be natural, her smile eases back into place - bashful, meek and totally wrong on her face. ]
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It's only when he touches her that she pauses. Her expression changes at last from that bright, vacant smile but the thing that replaces it isn't much better; a blank expression of confusion, a pause to process.
(Of course she doesn't know what to do. Ai of B-Komachi has no script to follow for something like this.)
After just a moment too long to be natural, her smile eases back into place - bashful, meek and totally wrong on her face. ]
Ah, has it really been that long? I guess I've been slacking off...
[ Like it's an unpleasant but necessary chore she's been putting off. ]
But I did just finish work, so...
[ She takes a step back, tugging as if to loosen her hand from his grip. ]