Oh. Someone swung by after all. He shouldn’t be surprised; the kitchen is a hot spot, after all, despite the negative chain of events. Still, the recent events would have made the kitchen a lot more barren now, wouldn’t it? This girl’s either brave or ignorant. He’ll bank on the latter. Plastic fork now stuck in the tupperware container he ate his food out of, silver eyes shifted to focus on the newcomer.
"Do you need anything?"
Cherche walked over to the bar and sat herself down with a bit of elegance, something not uncommon for her. She crossed her legs and laced her fingers together, resting her elbows on the counter and placing her chin on top of her hands.
"No, not at all." He seemed to have an uninviting demeanour, but she was definitely one to gently push past that sort of thing. "Just a simple talk would be nice, wouldn't it?"
