Snippet #1835742

His movements were very smooth - almost practiced - as he ordered his food, and that combined with the money slippage from earlier almost made Kore wonder. She looked at him intensely as the waiter nodded and then hurried off, then tried to soften her gaze as he looked at her. There was something in her that was starting to wonder just what kind of a person Conor was - he certainly seemed nice enough but - the way that he threw money around - the way that he could deal with people like they were things to be used almost... it was a bit unnerving - and also, just a bit familiar.

Conor smiled at her - it didn't seem like he had noticed her intense gaze. He was rather handsome, Kore realized. She felt a twinge of guilt in her hand, but she wasn't quite sure why.

"So are you going to tell me how the little foot trick worked or are you going to leave me in the dark forever?"

Trick? Kore wondered. She blinked up at him, confused, the other thoughts fading. For a moment she wasn't sure what to say so she finally asked, hesitantly, "Trick?" She paused and then said, slowly, "There wasn't any trick." She looked down at her feet, which were still bare. No one had been looking down when she'd come in, and the store wasn't all that busy yet, although young men and women - all looking around Conor's age - were beginning to pile in. They hadn't been noticed yet, however, and no one seemed to have realized that Kore wasn't wearing any shoes or that she was dressed in an outfit that was much less modern than many of the outfits being flaunted around.

Carefully, Kore lifted her foot and held her hand over the pure, white skin. There weren't even calluses on the bottom of her feet, something very unusual considering she had spent the last three days walking around a park littered with twigs, bugs, and little pebbles.

When she was done re-examining her feet, she looked back up at Conor and shook her head. "There's no trick," She repeated. "I don't get hurt. I -" She shrugged and then looked rather curiously at him. "Do you not do that? Do you not heal automatically?"

The people were starting to settle at tables, placing orders, laughing. Some of the sounds were beautiful - some of the others not so much, but most of them just milled together into a cacophony of noise. A few people had noticed the two of them sitting in the corner, away from the rest of the crowd. The servers were doing their best to keep people away from them - most likely due to Conor's request, but the restaurant was filling up fast and places to sit were quickly becoming extinct, and a long line was still waiting to be seated. Some of the people who had already finished getting settled and placing their orders had spotted them and were talking quietly, their eyes and voices flicking over every few minutes.