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“—no pressure,” helena finally added after a beat, having sensed the delay in the other’s reaction; she couldn’t place her finger on it exactly, on what was going on in susi’s head, but hel analogised it to trepidation, whatever the reason may be. “you just seemed like you could use a pick-me-up.”
helena wasn’t much of a drinker, and she wasn’t the social kind, either. but something about the stranger reminder her of her younger self: the uncertainty, the delay, the self-isolation that naturally occurred as a result of an unwelcoming, unfeeling world.
she didn’t know this person’s story, and she didn’t seek to. but an ice-breaker wouldn’t hurt, helena supposed.
“terrific,” she said, voice level but with a rare, subdued layer of friendliness underneath. “choose whatever you like. it’s on me.”