Elyse exhaled in relief to see that the women had decided to continue making their rounds to the others, having decided not to come and speak to her. Her body visually relaxed upon the realization. They were something she couldn’t have dealt with at the moment.
She smirked when he had mentioned she had just been ten, as if it would have been impossible, “Well… not cute in the ‘I wanna do you’ way. It was like a school girl crush thing.” She shrugged, pursing her lips slightly, “Like when I first saw Elvis. I was about… seven? Maybe younger. I couldn’t stop watching his movies.” It probably would’ve been best to keep the previous comment about how he had been cute to herself, but it been, good or not, the first thing she remembered when he had said he used to help her Gram with the lawn. The boys her age had always just seemed to punch her or tease her while Dylan had been nice and helpful to her grandmother. It probably had been like some complex she had since she never had a man around the house much. Though that wasn’t something she admitted to herself or really thought about much. But she still had to mentally kick herself for not watching her words, it’s not like she had known him that well. The funeral had made her a bit flustered, which was something she had very much hoped wouldn’t happen on this particular afternoon.
“Hey… this may be forward but if I hang around here for too much longer with people apologizing and sharing memories of her I think I might just go insane.” Her eyes couldn’t help but drift back to the crowd that seemed to be lingering about much longer than they should have been. “Wanna do something? I mean… I’m not sure what there is to do around here anymore but… I can’t sit. Purely platonic, of course…” It wasn’t unlike her to treat people she barely knew in such a manner. Moving around from place to place made it impossible to have any real friends and she would have been a hermit if she hadn’t been a bit on the outgoing side.