Re: Emilia & Cooper & OPEN
Sometimes, watching Benji in public was an interesting experience. For a well-known former player who was big as a bear, he was anything but quiet and discreet, and yet it took him a surprisingly long time to be noticed by the bartender. Emilia rested her elbow on the bar, comfortable and amused while she watched him. She got as far as feeing tempted to make the bartender pay attention to him, when he finally succeeded on his own, and she took a sip of her beer. Good job, Benji. Now, to wait for him to notice her, which… well, it could probably take a while.
But nope! Benji was on a roll tonight! … and Emilia felt actual relief when he called out to her. Not that she would ever let it show. Not here, not in public. She was coping by faking it until she didn’t have to fake it any longer. “Yeah,” she nodded. “Your team was great tonight! Those Beaters of yours?” She pursed her lips and made an ‘mm-mm-mm’-move, just to see if she could mess with his head. Fake it ‘til you make it, Emilia.