[color= #FFFFF]She appreciated him laughing with her. Partly because it made him seem even less uptight. And because he had a great smile, yeah, that too. “Well, looks can always be deceiving. For all you know, I’m a boring cookie cutter. Nothing special about me,” His light tone and cute tilt of his head told Tulip he was joking, though her answer sounded semi-serious. [/color]“I’ve met a looot of people-I have excellent judgement,” She replied, keeping a bit of a smile on her face. She felt she knew people-she’d met so many that she knew every kind. “And what about me? Any early perceptions?” A strand of hair found its way around her finger as she raised her brows, subconsciously changing the conversation to be about herself. She did it so often it was almost a habit. “Oh, yeah, love seafood. When it has flavor.” She joked, playfully rolling her dark eyes. She hadn’t swallowed a single slice, but she could already tell it wasn’t packed with enough flavors nor spices for her. This was a meal she wasn’t too excited for. She shoved the chips towards him, “No offense to the chefs back there, but these look dis-…like they aren’t my personal taste. Do you like chips?” She looked down at herself to smooth out the wrinkles in her skirt, thin, plaid fabric which fanned out over her thighs. “Comfort. Had to find some way to make chairs exciting,” She answered, smiling a bit more brightly as she tried to shift more on top of her feet. “Don’t worry about it,” She assured him, excited he wanted to hear more about her even if it was just her name. “Tulip Allarie. And your name…can I guess? As I said, I’ve met quite a few people, and have some ideas.” She leaned towards him in a friendly way, silky hair slipping back over her shoulder. She didn’t want to shake his hand, much too formal, but she was interested in them-or what was on them… Her manicured fingers brushed lightly over his gloved hand, “Couldn’t help but notice this part of your remarkable outfit,” she quipped. “Are you a germaphobe?”
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