(She smiles properly, buoyed by his remembering her name after their last conversation. She flips the cover of her sketchbook back over to hide her work, tucking the pencil behind her ear.
It's funny because there isn't much hair to hold it there, really.)
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(She smiles properly, buoyed by his remembering her name after their last conversation. She flips the cover of her sketchbook back over to hide her work, tucking the pencil behind her ear.
It's funny because there isn't much hair to hold it there, really.)
How are you? Getting used to all of this yet?