Upon the query he felt that perhaps he had agitated her with his closeness so he went ahead and stepped back; though still he leaned forward just a bit. ”Désolé.” —he spoke softly whilst blinking wide-eyed and quickly bowing forward.
"Uh— I was just admiring the picture you were holding…" shifting upright he stood tall and momentarily ruffled a few blond hairs as he continued with curiosity. "—mais…aah did you paint it?"
There’s this sudden closeness of another’s frame near her own, it’s suspicious but nonetheless it makes the young female feel rather uncomfortable. Perhaps it’s because she wasn’t used to it, having strangers come close. It makes her feel more reserved, more distance. It’s merely impossible to get too friendly and out-going like most others. Envious probably though never once did she complained about the traits she contains within herself.
The word slips out foreign, the accent was dusted upon his statement as if she heard it beforehand. Clearing her throat awkwardly, swallowing the lump that was beginning to form and it feels similar to sandpaper. “The photo.” She says, words emitting out rather softly; her tone was quite halcyon. Her monochrome colored eyes gaze back at the picture in between her dainty fingers, the pads pressed in the sides as she nods her head shyly in response.