[His noncommittal answer only cements her thoughts about him-- there's something different about this man. He's so defensive, skittish like a little animal and guarded against strangers, and yet has not voiced any of his opinions other than agreeing with hers when it comes to choices.
There's something... wrong with him. She just doesn't know what, and is hesitant to ask.
So instead, she tugs on his hand again, to get his attention, and jerks her head at one of the little cafes at the ground floor of a small apartment building. She knows that place, has been there before, and they probably still know her, so she imagines it'll be fine.]
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There's something... wrong with him. She just doesn't know what, and is hesitant to ask.
So instead, she tugs on his hand again, to get his attention, and jerks her head at one of the little cafes at the ground floor of a small apartment building. She knows that place, has been there before, and they probably still know her, so she imagines it'll be fine.]
Over there then.