petra mirrors his smile, delighted that between them they share even more common ground – a common experience, more than a decade before fate would tangle their lives. her arms loosen, and she absently traces the rim of her cup with her thumb. “ it is,” she agrees fervently, her voice soft. “there’s nothing quite like it.
“and somehow i’m not surprised you managed to fall in with that crowd.” this time spoken with a teasing grin. “ though i still think it’s surprising that i managed to, when i was at college. graphic design, yeah; you’d be part of that circle. maybe some of the music students might have looked down their noses at you – they certainly would have at the university of chicago – but on the whole you know what it’s like, so you’d be a part of that club. writers are a little more insular. the only reason i know what you’re talking about at all is because i ended up dating a lot of people from the arts schools, so i’d get invited to their parties.”
her smile acquires a nostalgic softening, tinged with only slightest mischief as the memories surface. it’s nice to think about the girl she’d been; a little wild, more than a little daring, eager for life and its denizens.
“Ahh, an imposter.” he teases, nose crinkling in a mock-sneer. “Not like you would’ve stood out much, though -- I mean, as a writer I’m sure y’ could bullshit with the best of ‘em, right?” auruo sits back, laughing under his breath, shaking his head at the memories. it seems the cloud of nostalgia had enveloped them both. it’s kind of pleasant, a little intimate. his eyes flicker back toward her face and he catches her with a soft look in her eyes. auruo purses his lips
“See, you’re doin’ it now. Well-- not bullshitting a’ course.” smooth move, bossard. he waggles a hand hastily, “Bein’ a regular wordsmith. You ain’t shy about it either. I can see why you fit in -- it ain’t so surprising you’d fit in.”
he looks at her, and suddenly theres a twinge in his brow, like something he’d said had overstayed its welcome. this is -- what -- his second time meeting her? talking to her? auruo takes a quick sip of his coffee and smiles anxiously against the rim. what is he doing, pretending like he knows her inside and out?
