Nodding, Eliza reported back to her very own first anything. It didn't leave that great a mark, maybe because it had never been that great. Even the heartbreak part hadn't been great and dramatic. Maybe next time. "Yeah, probably. But like I said, everyone seems to think time helps there." She noticed the pen between her fingers, and the notebook, and got curious. "Do you write, or draw?" Because Eliza didn't think everyone was above notebooks for writing these days, even if approximately 98% of the people in the cafe were using laptops. But even then, maybe some weren't writing on them, like herself.