"Lovely." Eric looked at the menu while she spoke. It was a vast board with what appeared to him to be a completely new language comprised of at least four real languages.
He looked back at the girl. The little fairy girl. Her pink hair. Her wings. Her black eyes. Her intoxicating smell.
"I enjoy sweet things. Not bitter."
Her scent was slowly becoming the only thing his nose would register. Even through the thick haze of coffeebean and other people. Fairy. Fairy. Fairy. It was like his olfactory sense was begging him to get closer. To bury his face in her neck. Take in that complicated and wonderful scent of fairy.
Eric could feel himself staring at her, but he managed to make his face say that he was intrigued with this whole process and was awaiting further questions.