She leaned over her cup of coffee, watching him. Her eyes were wide, pushed down by her eyebrows, her lips in a pursed line.
Subconscious concentrated curious look.
She looked over at Ranna. "Scribbling! He's scribbling at my table!" she mouthed. She glanced at what he was doing again. "It's kinda good," she admitted, still mouthing.
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