[Cassandra finds a man who looks to be in his late twenties, with a mass of dark hair that's around shoulder length at its longest, and wide grey eyes that take up most of his thin, pale face. The front of his shin presses against the edge of the table, and a cup of coffee is already in front of him, but he hasn't gotten anything for her.
Still, his expression has visibly brightened a little upon greeting her, particularly after she smiles at him. He doesn't excel at small talk either, although for entirely different reasons.]
I would have ordered something for you, but I didn't know what you would want.
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[Cassandra finds a man who looks to be in his late twenties, with a mass of dark hair that's around shoulder length at its longest, and wide grey eyes that take up most of his thin, pale face. The front of his shin presses against the edge of the table, and a cup of coffee is already in front of him, but he hasn't gotten anything for her.
Still, his expression has visibly brightened a little upon greeting her, particularly after she smiles at him. He doesn't excel at small talk either, although for entirely different reasons.]
I would have ordered something for you, but I didn't know what you would want.