Just by a simple examination of his behavior, the observant Pearl easily gathered that the man seemed to be the complete opposite of her - she was the girl who could hold a conversation for hours and hours, even without response from her companion, while he didn’t seem to interact with a lot of people enough to keep a conversation, it seemed.
Pearl resisted frowning. This lawyer, Apollo, didn’t seem very social, did he? He seemed so…surprised that she was talking to him. Was he used to being shunned? Or was he the one that shunned others?
“I’m from Kurain Village. It’s a two hour train ride from the station in Downtown L.A., if you wondering. Oh, and I am pleased to meet you, as well, Apollo,” she said, flashing a toothy grin, not bothering to act formal and add the ‘Mr.’ in front of his name, the very least, if not his surname. She stretched out her hand for him to shake, wondering to herself if he would shake it.
If a person would shy away from her, refused to talk to her, she was alright with it, and wouldn’t get offended. This was just her curiosity to see if she could examine his inner “spirit” as the elders of Kurain called it. Pearl preferred the term personality.
Contrary to the usual dreary, straight-to-the-point crowd that Mr. Gavin seemed to attract, this young woman seemed talkative enough, and judging from her outstretched hand and obvious informality, friendly as well. Nonjudgmental, perhaps. Which he had to admit was a pleasant change, not hearing commentary on things like his hair within the first five minutes of conversation.
For a moment he hesitated in accepting the gesture, realizing that he'd once again forgotten to wear his gloves. His hands were notably colder without, but on the other side it'd be rude and a bit unprofessional to not follow up. Ah, well. He took her hand and gently shook it, putting on a small smile.
"Two hours?" he asked, quickly rubbing his hands together as if to warm them up. "That's quite a trip just to see one attorney, Ms. F- er... Pearl."
