{`he’s silent as you speak, too surprised, too excited or too what not to speak. his hands come to find his face, covering it except for his eyes which he uses to peek at you.} Oh my god… {`those are not very intelligent words, but the only words he can manage to let out for the moment. reaching for the piece of paper with both hands as he finally drops them from his face, he bows his head politely, a huge grin stretching his lips.} Does the free coffee comes with an autograph or would that be asking for too much…?
-initially she's confused by your reaction, the paper still outstretched to you and head cocked to the side, a hesitant yet shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips; as you dropped your hands to reveal your awestruck expression, her smile transitions from confused to pleased, her hands clasping together in front of her chest as you take the slip of paper from her, her lips pursing in mock contemplating; An autograph, aren't you demandi -- 'm kidding, of course you can have an autograph, heh.
