She just simply nodded, offering a gentle smile at the olive skinned boy. Marie headed back to her table where she sat down and continued to pick at her fries and drink her milkshake, seemingly in her own world. Glancing up again, she raised a soft eyebrow.
”Not much…Yourself?”
Her French accent is rich, but also soft and nearly alluring as it filled the quiet air in the diner where the two were sat tables away from each other. She tended to be a regular here, so she was used to being by herself.
The question took him slightly unawares. Seldom did anyone ask him the same question, and just as his lips were about to form words, he raised his fork and ate a sufficient amount of eggs, so as to ponder his next words for a moment’s time.
"Nothing? I guess—…“
He spoke with uncertainty, and through a mouth full of breakfast. It wasn’t always that he met someone new– especially at a restaurant such as this. Either way, this was the first time he’d ever speak to someone he doesn’t recognize. Anything for salt.
