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“Four cups a day is fine, I’m on my second,” she muses and slightly raises the cup in her hand. Perhaps she should have ditched the cup before showing up at his door; why did she think it was a good idea? And so a silence falls between them. She looks down at the ground, just to be able to avoid his eyes for a moment, a moment that is supposed to ease her nerves but does barely anything to help her. The fact that she has been able to keep an easy smile on her face throughout the conversation is a miracle. “And I don’t think one conversation will be enough,” she points out with a breathy laugh which automatically makes her sound like a nervous try-hard. Oh bother. “I have to admit, I’m a bit unprepared.”Â
“we need to start somewhere.” it’s an irrelevant sentence and not saying it at all would have probably been better, but knowing how to navigate difficult conversations has never been johan’s forte. he’s only slightly better at reading people and he’s extremely glad that she doesn’t seem to be completely unfazed by the situation. “i’m not that prepared, either, so we’re in the same boat.” he says. the awkwardness of the situation is making him feel approximately million times more awkward than he usually is, which is the beginning of a disaster. yet he soldiers on, trying to be calm and as approachable as possible. “do you want to come in or should we go somewhere... more neutral?” he doesn’t want to make her any more uncomfortable, so giving options seems like what a decent person would do.












