Oriana Krause (discarnated) wrote in anewhavenrpg, |
She could tell that she wasn't really helping him, and it looked like he might start to flounder. The waitress popping in with their drinks was a good thing, as it gave her something to busy her hands with. For the moment her fingers just played over the stem of the flute that was bubbling beautifully.
Relenting, she finally let out a sigh and collapsed a little in on herself so that she was leaning more towards him where it could be just an intimate conversation. "Okay, so, look. I kind of suck at this." She admitted, tilting her head as blue eyes moved from her champagne flute to him and then back to the flute, having trouble maintaining eye contact when she was having to be serious.
"You're legitimately trying to get to know me, which instantly makes me want to build this wall and keep you out. Defense mechanism or some shit. Not even brought on by a traumatic childhood or anything, it's just me." She shrugged, looking up. "I'm really fucking difficult. It's as much of a warning I can give you if you're thinking this is something you want to try out." She meant herself.