thomasadell:
"No offense, Talia, but culture isn’t going to help me with lunch," he almost didn’t say as he moved his fingers around the chopsticks, coping her as his other now placed in a fist under his chin, his elbow on the edge of the table, "I’m already a believer of sticking with what you know, and this doesn’t fit the category," he raised the chopsticks in the air, his fingers close enough to matching hers in his eyes, "Is this good enough for you?"
"It's perfect; absolutely wonderful form," she spoke quickly, annoyance hinting in her tone. She reached across the table and pushed a familiar pronged eating utensil in his direction. "Doesn't matter. Use a fork." Talia poked around at the food left on her plate before placing the chopsticks down beside her. "I need to get back to work soon."














