???:

          Brief blinks are offered in return, lashes swift as a butterfly’s wing.
There’s something about the girl that refutes what leaves her mouth, but she
doesn’t have the honest right to pry. Instead, manner casual with her voice
betraying doubt, 

               ❝ Are you sure? Y’seem a little… upset. ❞

█▓▒░ —— ✎

          Lips curve to form a weak sort of smile as
          delicate shoulders shrugged away hesitation.
          Oh, it’s not like she was going to be judged if
          she told this stranger what was bothering her.
          Besides, that was all she was: a stranger. It
          wasn’t like she was going to stick around
          enough for her opinion to matter.

     'A little. They just ran out of pretzels.’