[Since then, Daria just...went on. She moved a bit slower. She talked even less. Did less. Went to sleep, couldn't even focus on her reading or writing. Had a bird like appetite. Probably skipped breakfast this morning as she mulled to try to figure things out all by herself. You know, what she does usually.
She finished her morning work and decided to pull up a book she rented out. She needed to clear her head. She was in a Jean-Paul Sartre mood, and rented out The Age of Reason.
That was when, out of nowhere, a coffee and a bagel magically appeared at her desk. It was obviously unexpected.
What was...interesting, obviously, was the person who sent it.
Mhm.
I see. Buttering up with a buttered bagel.
No words were escaping her lips yet, she just looked at him. Nothing to say? What do you mean, Mal?]
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She finished her morning work and decided to pull up a book she rented out. She needed to clear her head. She was in a Jean-Paul Sartre mood, and rented out The Age of Reason.
That was when, out of nowhere, a coffee and a bagel magically appeared at her desk. It was obviously unexpected.
What was...interesting, obviously, was the person who sent it.
Mhm.
I see. Buttering up with a buttered bagel.
No words were escaping her lips yet, she just looked at him. Nothing to say? What do you mean, Mal?]