Jun 25, 2016
Marie-Thérèse had been picking at her sandwich for a while now, unable to say whether she liked it. She was a creature of habit and enjoyed having the same type of - usually French - food for most of the time, so anything new and, well, different, needed to be taken in slowly. So, there she was, studying her sandwich like a woman who had never actually seen one when she felt a pair of eyes on her. The blonde looked up with an embarrassed look on her face and rubbed her neck. “Oh, yeah, that must have been entertaining. I’m a child, really,” she admitted and took a bite of the sandwich as if trying to make the point that she was indeed capable of eating it.
