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Claudio Kilgannon (kilgannon) wrote in wariscoming,

"Um." Claudio had caught sight of her, and as she smiled he couldn't help but beam right back. It was contagious. "Wow." And she looked really, really good today.

Wait, 'um, wow' was the best thing he could say? Mentally berating himself, he cleared his throat, running a hand through black hair, staring at the ground. It would be fine, he just had to be himself. Right?

"You look good," Claudio stated, voice quieter than normal, painstakingly shy. It was the truth, though. Whatever she did was subtle, but--shit, wait!

"I mean, not that you don't look good normally," he explained, wincing slightly. "You do. It's just--you know..." So much for trying to be cool and confident, Claud. Way to go. Just change the subject.

"So for the, uh, cafe, did you have anywhere in mind? I figure since you work at one," he'd met her in her uniform after all, "Maybe an independent one? I found one not too far from here..."