[ You're just loud all-around, she almost says, but she thinks the better of it for the sake of keeping up this charade, as if she hasn't overheard so many of his conversations from behind the bar simply because of how loud he is in the café when he's taking calls or yapping with (at?) a friend...
She doesn't manage to hold back the sigh that escapes her, however, as she sinks into the seat he's offered her in perhaps the least chivalrous way she's experienced. ]
Alright, then...
[ Is this really going to be helpful...? She's not so sure yet, but even as resigned as she is to her current fate, she dutifully fishes her textbook and impeccably-kept and organized notebook for class. ]
Ah, I'm Sumina, by the way.
[ He probably doesn't remember the name of the barista that usually makes his drinks, though, or so she thinks. ]
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She doesn't manage to hold back the sigh that escapes her, however, as she sinks into the seat he's offered her in perhaps the least chivalrous way she's experienced. ]
Alright, then...
[ Is this really going to be helpful...? She's not so sure yet, but even as resigned as she is to her current fate, she dutifully fishes her textbook and impeccably-kept and organized notebook for class. ]
Ah, I'm Sumina, by the way.
[ He probably doesn't remember the name of the barista that usually makes his drinks, though, or so she thinks. ]