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Nicholas' smiling face sinks into the sand of Anna's words, immediately feeling guilty. He breathes deeply, looking to the salt and pepper shakers, deciding what to do and what to say back to Anna. What is wrong with me. Of course girls don't like that. Dammit. You stupid man. He leans back against the olive green padding of their booth. He licks his lips slowly, leaving it open as if to say something but he just practically exasperates another breath and moves to stand. "I apologize," is all he can manage to say, feeling completely run through by what Anna is telling him. He tries not to let it show though, plastering another smile upon his face and even chuckling, "I'll make this right."
He raps his knuckles upon the table before walking quickly away to find Melody. Anna can see the two of them talk, quickly about the milkshake at first but then Melody seems to ask Nicholas a question that practically flusters the man. He is quick to respond in a quiet voice, the waitress laughing as she fills up a coke for another customer. With a soothing pat of his cheek, she flicks her wrist at him, telling him in her usual bubbly voice to leave her to her work before he causes her any more trouble. The gentleman behind the casher chuckles at Nicholas before opening the register to make change for someone else.
Nicholas walks back to the table, "All cleared up," he slips into the booth, hands speaking as he does, "I thought it would be a nice gesture, is all. I meant you no disrespect or anything." With a nod, resolutely to himself, Nicholas waits upon her judgement.
He raps his knuckles upon the table before walking quickly away to find Melody. Anna can see the two of them talk, quickly about the milkshake at first but then Melody seems to ask Nicholas a question that practically flusters the man. He is quick to respond in a quiet voice, the waitress laughing as she fills up a coke for another customer. With a soothing pat of his cheek, she flicks her wrist at him, telling him in her usual bubbly voice to leave her to her work before he causes her any more trouble. The gentleman behind the casher chuckles at Nicholas before opening the register to make change for someone else.
Nicholas walks back to the table, "All cleared up," he slips into the booth, hands speaking as he does, "I thought it would be a nice gesture, is all. I meant you no disrespect or anything." With a nod, resolutely to himself, Nicholas waits upon her judgement.