Brown hues slightly widen at the stranger’s words as the teen frantically looks at the table, and low and behold, there is no more food on the table before her. She had only agreed to attend this school event, a school which she has never heard of and doesn’t attend, because her mother explained that there would be a couple of booths which serve food, such as pastries. The reason to which the evil witch wants her to leave the safety of her locked room filled with various electronics and junk food was to make some friends. The brunette is sure that she’s been doing just fine without any friends, people who will most likely take advantage of her in the end.
“I see…”, she mumbles to herself. Looking the at the other, then at the table which taunts her, she sighs loudly. “A—alright, do you know when more food will be at the table?”
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The way the potential customer looks at the table is, she finds, a source of amusement. Obviously, this girl is craving something to eat. Too bad; her instincts are telling her that both of them will have to wait for the arrival of her classmates. Knowing them, they are going to get sidetracked by a stray cat or something, and take forever to get back as a result. See, this is why she should have been allowed to come with them. It’s common knowledge to people who have hung out with her enough that she can be quite relentless and scary, especially when it comes to things that might get her in trouble.
‘Uh.’ A very intelligent answer. Oh, well. She has never been known as articulate, especially when it comes to spoken words. 'Honestly? Probably a while.’
Clearly, selling things and entertaining customers isn’t and will never be her forte. You’re probably supposed to lie and say, 'Oh, soon!’ or something in a disgustingly perky way. Whatever. Does she look like she cares?
