Somehow, Dahlia got the feeling that last conversation wasn't going to be as useful as she had led herself to originally believe. So what did her day boil down? No progress.
At all.
Razputin was wary of her intentions, Juri was useless, and Sync still had the silly notion that he was using her and not the other way around. Really. The whole day and all she was getting out of it was two thorns in her side and a spice bottle? No. It was not ending this way. Dahlia Hawthorne did not waste time.
So when she strode into the Sun Room, the only thing on her mind was "third time's the charm." And lo, a disheartened man! Those were always the easiest. When in doubt, use what you already know will work. Cop-out, sure, you didn't win extra points for going the extra mile in the long run. The easy ones would have to do.
"Excuse me," she greeted him with a smile and a bow, just as bright and cheerful as can be. It was the total opposite of the approach she had used with Juri. "Do you mind if I sit with you? You look so down..."
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At all.
Razputin was wary of her intentions, Juri was useless, and Sync still had the silly notion that he was using her and not the other way around. Really. The whole day and all she was getting out of it was two thorns in her side and a spice bottle? No. It was not ending this way. Dahlia Hawthorne did not waste time.
So when she strode into the Sun Room, the only thing on her mind was "third time's the charm." And lo, a disheartened man! Those were always the easiest. When in doubt, use what you already know will work. Cop-out, sure, you didn't win extra points for going the extra mile in the long run. The easy ones would have to do.
"Excuse me," she greeted him with a smile and a bow, just as bright and cheerful as can be. It was the total opposite of the approach she had used with Juri. "Do you mind if I sit with you? You look so down..."