" Is there something I can help you with, honey?" words fall from her lips as if speaking about the weather, but they hold little warmth. this woman has done nothing to her and Cecilia isn't so petty nor childish to let her foul mood result in a poor greeting but she's in little mood for talking. at least, for the time being. once she got a better grasp on just what in the hell was going on, that familiar facade would slip right back into place.
for now, she must play it close to her chest. like always.
her gaze drifts over her shoulder and her body follows suit. it'd be rude to talk with her back to the other, now wouldn't it? " Or do you just like to stare at strangers?"
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