Snippet #1957955

Oh, how the irony killed her! Anaee's eyes peered upwards at him as he gave her that blank expression, and after what had seemed like forever, he turned around. Anaee let out a silent sigh, her eyes lowered, almost knowing that we were going to say. ".. I know a small cafe on the end of my street." Her heart pounding joyfully at his words as he resumed his walking; she stumbled to catch up to him before giving him a smile once she was at his side. “My name is Anaee Randings.” Her smile was too wide to try to hide it and anyone could tell that if something else good had happened, she’d probably explode.

Her head slightly bobbed back and forth, her eyes gazing across the streets. “S-So what’s the name of the café? What’s your favorite food there?” Anaee was just too happy to stay in silence. Her eyes once again, gazed over the surroundings around them, it was then, where she saw the familiar face; at first, she hadn’t recognized where she had seen him, but she was sure that she had seen him before. Her eyes drifted to Erlin back to the black haired boy; she repeated this for a while before some sparks clicked in her head. She stumbled towards the right before raising her hand and waving towards the black haired boy- already assuming that Erlin wouldn’t mind another joining the party; she was paying for the food anyways.

Like always, Anaee had that crooked little grin on her face; she was happy that she was making friends. She hoped that the black haired boy would also join them for lunch. Because Anaee was almost, always busy, either doing her own thing, or associating with what family business she had, she didn’t really make some time to make friends; though, when she did, she was more than ecstatic to do whatever she wanted with them. “W-Would you like to join us for lunch?” Her voice was a bit nervous, but more sound and confident than before, when they had met in the streets. Her smile was still wide as she tried to keep up with Erlin, and wait for Avastir at the same time.