Flower blooms in her living area; & for most part, rust merely stays silent as she brings limb of index finger to pad in scrolling along phone’s messages due to simple fact of boredom.
Not that she is not to make glances, though; every so often looking over. Every so often, twice, relatively, in a span of a mere few ( three ) minutes. Lips pull and they desire for vocal cord vibration, but there is no complying. Not yet, anyhow.
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Vacant is expression of interest, leaving lingering traces of doubt. Question had been reserved for slight tension situated in digestive system, but now aforementioned tautness had risen to scratch at her throat. Although, perhaps girl should press onwards; query was not of harm to the other, was it?
No.
And if she were not to ask, then all courage mustered would be for naught.
Girl gives mutter of unintelligible gibberish she is accustomed to in times of attempts to emit proper noises for responses, but not before poking friend and waving fresh pages of another notebook (one marred by dark blue pen prints, smudged at the edges).