[ several things happen at once, really. first, there is the distinct feeling that she's done something wrong. the need to better explain herself, to assure him that, well, yes technically that is true, technically she did expect someone else, but not anyone in particular, more that she didn't really expect him, or anyone that she knew, for that matter and—!
well. how does one really go about saying all that, really? so all she manages is a hasty wave of her hands, as if to abolish the thought, and rid himself of that awful self-deprecating laugh. she decides she never wants to hear it from him again.
but then he goes and compliments her, and she's stuck unsure how to respond once more. blushing, of course, because her fair skin just won't let her rest until she's all red today, it seems, and a hasty glance down at her dress. ]
Oh — thank you, I. [ well, no. there's no need to go into detail about how long she toiled away on this decision.
instead she just looks him over, too, and smiles. pleasantly surprised. ]
>:3
well. how does one really go about saying all that, really? so all she manages is a hasty wave of her hands, as if to abolish the thought, and rid himself of that awful self-deprecating laugh. she decides she never wants to hear it from him again.
but then he goes and compliments her, and she's stuck unsure how to respond once more. blushing, of course, because her fair skin just won't let her rest until she's all red today, it seems, and a hasty glance down at her dress. ]
Oh — thank you, I. [ well, no. there's no need to go into detail about how long she toiled away on this decision.
instead she just looks him over, too, and smiles. pleasantly surprised. ]
You look very handsome, as well.