“ Hey there. ” Nagisa greets the young man drinking alone. “ Can I sit here? ” she inquires, gesturing to the empty chair at the table. A friday night, and things are packed ( as is typical ). Groups of friends spread out across tables and barstools, making little room for someone by themselves to squeeze in.
Nagisa had two options on coming in: she could set herself at the vacant seat remaining with the inebriated group of college boys, or she could sit with the quiet, blue-eyed stranger nearby ( but so obviously by himself ). She took a chance with the lone young man, getting a good feeling from him ( and much less of a threat compared to the drunk college kids ).
Waiting for the answer, she draws a thin hand through her peach-colored hair, stoping just at the tips of one of her strands and fiddling with it.
// @wildherc
