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Conor watched Kore pick up a small piece of pasta on her fork, coated in tomato sauce. She popped it in her mouth with a small smile. He glanced away quickly, back at Chloe and their friends. If he had any sense he would’ve been with them too. He had even been told by Chloe that very lunchtime that they were going and asked if he would like to go. He shrugged it off, saying he had other things to do. He’d completely forgotten the offer since, and, when he’d suggested to Kore they come here he’d only been thinking of where was nearest; Chloe’s offer had been a million miles away in his mind.

Conor turned back to Kore, she was sipping from the glass of water. He caught a flicker of something in her eyes, perhaps discomfort, but he wasn’t sure. He brushed it off and picked up the first piece of his pizza, taking a bite from the end. It was nice, nicer than he was expecting. He felt an incredibly soft wisp of breath on his cheek and he glanced back up at Kore, who was blowing lightly on her second piece of steaming pasta.

After another bite she offered him a smile before saying, "It's really, really good." She paused, as if thinking, "Thank you!"

Conor reciprocated her smile, “Don’t mention it, you’re welcome.”

He was still inquisitive as to what exactly it was Kore could ‘do’. He felt he had finally been getting somewhere just before Chloe had come, instead of the slightly confused jumble of questions he had originally faced the girl with. But, now Chloe had interrupted their previous conversation, he didn’t feel he could just jump back into it like nothing had ever happened. Instead, he decided to go for a different angle.

He took a sip of watcher and another bite, swallowing before asking her inquisitively, “So what was it you were doing, sitting there alone on that park bench?”