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Jun. 11th, 2006 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shelley_wintersShelley stirs her soup aimlessly, still more than half-full when the next course arrives. It's amazing, she thinks sourly as she glares in the general direction of the man sitting opposite, exactly how much the company you keep can affect your appetite. The girl puts her spoon down with a sigh - for about the tenth time - and reaches for her water glass, sipping it idly it as the server pours the wine.
As if she's likely to drink right now. She likes to keep her wits about her, as far as that's possible while she's here.
The silence is depressing, but she's most certainly not going to be the one to break it. She picks up a piece of bread. These dinners with him - and he's not always around, which is a small mercy - seem to get longer every single time.
As if she's likely to drink right now. She likes to keep her wits about her, as far as that's possible while she's here.
The silence is depressing, but she's most certainly not going to be the one to break it. She picks up a piece of bread. These dinners with him - and he's not always around, which is a small mercy - seem to get longer every single time.
