"'Nice lass'. I don't think anyone's ever described me as that, though I'm not gonna complain if you want to." Isobel laughed quietly, tapping the sugar packet against the table, chewing on her bottom lip again. "After we... parted ways, or whatever it was we did, I realised how desperate I must have sounded. And I really didn't mean for it to sound like that! I just... had a good time. I haven't had a lot of good times lately, so it was... nice." Her lips abruptly pressed together, wondering if she had rambled too much. Eyes widened and then she relaxed, a smile pulling at her lips soon after.
"Sorry. But... I'm glad I came. Uhm." Her cheeks quickly flushed at that and she laughed again, shaking her head quickly. "I totally did not mean it that way! Oh god, I'm bright red, aren't i?"