makings of a beneficent smile splay over destinee's lips, a happy sigh slowly exhaled. never mind the overhead quandaries yet to be resolved, still demanding fractions of new york's overall attention attention, but it felt effortless being within hero's vicinity. despite starkly contrasting walks of lives driving a formidable wedge between them, their dynamic managed to weather storms regardless.
"as long as you let me order a vanilla shake with 'em," countered destinee humorously, a corner of her mouth ticking upwards into a lighthearted, amused smirk. talk about a blast from the past, suddenly nostalgia rocked the brunette to not so distant recollections of their younger selves meeting up in booths just like this.
dainty hands shuffled their provided menu around to place off to the side, settling her back flush against the booth's foundation before quipping, "i don't mind trauma dumping for a bit." a short, yet nonetheless soft chuckle punctuates mid sentence, "but only if you're truly not still bothered from that day." mocha orbs glowed an underline of conviviality, tone entwined with notes of affability.
out of everything which had transpired during that particular event, des hadn't anticipated for their bond to border on awkward. at least in her perspective, circumstances remained as lax as ever, though sitting across from hero now as big chocolate pools scanned angular features, the woman felt the incessant need to confirm reassurance.
"i know a lot of things between us went left unsaid, but none of what happened on that day could hold a candle to what we share," stated des, voice as leveled and confident as ever. "you know, i am surprised though," she continued, "i was half expecting you to order a burger."