Miyuki glanced at Alex and smiled slightly, she didn‘t expect company. “Yeah,” she muttered in her soft voice. “It’s still late September though, I’m surprised…” she trailed off, taking a sip of her Butterbeer and wondered if he had read her book. No, he didn’t look the type. Not many guys were into the mush that she produced. Not many straight ones, anyway.
Maybe she should make small talk? No, she wouldn’t. If he brought up a subject that she could talk comfortably about, she’d respond. If not then she’d down her drink quickly and make an excuse to get home.