She smiled at him, then finished handing him his stuff. "I'm going to get me a cup of coffee," she said, still crouching in front of him, her scarf loose and hanging on the floor. "Do you want one, too?"
She looked up at him, and he saw the dark of her eyes, the color of melted chocolate, framed by a curl of eyelid lined thinly with black. Her hands held each other in purple half-fingered gloves, hiding under the dark brown of her coat.
"Is that a no?" Her eyebrows made little angles as they furrowed down, a little bit in confusion, a little bit of what he thought was worry. "Because really, it's no trouble."
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