[Rey didn't have time to finish her sentence as Mike came by with a tray that held 2 glasses and a pitcher of water. He was going over the specials and Diego seemed quick to cut the poor server off.]
Mm, we'd like a few minutes, please.
[Another small smile on her face, looking up at Mike to silently apologize for Diego's attitude. Mike didn't seem phased by it, opting to put down the water glasses.]
Alright, well, I'll come back with some bread and butter while you two decide.
[Mike took the opportunity to check on another table, leaving Diego and Rey alone with one another. Her gaze fell back to the menu for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. She was attuned to when people's moods shifted--picking up on the subtle cues from differences in tonal pitch, and body language. A wonderful side effect from living through trauma.
Was she over reacting? Over thinking? No, she could tell there was something wrong.
Maybe he was looking around the room for an exit. Probably ready to ditch you, or he saw another ex and wants to speak to them. Why was her mind her own worst enemy at times? No, she would not listen to those insecurities. Things would be okay.]
You just seem on edge. [Not angry, or upset. Rey wasn't about to ask him to calm down (as that never works and only seems to have the opposite effect), but she needed to know what was bothering him. The last thing she wanted was for him to snap at the server--they had a tough enough job as is.]
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Date: 2024-11-17 01:22 pm (UTC)[Rey didn't have time to finish her sentence as Mike came by with a tray that held 2 glasses and a pitcher of water. He was going over the specials and Diego seemed quick to cut the poor server off.]
Mm, we'd like a few minutes, please.
[Another small smile on her face, looking up at Mike to silently apologize for Diego's attitude. Mike didn't seem phased by it, opting to put down the water glasses.]
Alright, well, I'll come back with some bread and butter while you two decide.
[Mike took the opportunity to check on another table, leaving Diego and Rey alone with one another. Her gaze fell back to the menu for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. She was attuned to when people's moods shifted--picking up on the subtle cues from differences in tonal pitch, and body language. A wonderful side effect from living through trauma.
Was she over reacting? Over thinking? No, she could tell there was something wrong.
Maybe he was looking around the room for an exit. Probably ready to ditch you, or he saw another ex and wants to speak to them. Why was her mind her own worst enemy at times? No, she would not listen to those insecurities. Things would be okay.]
You just seem on edge. [Not angry, or upset. Rey wasn't about to ask him to calm down (as that never works and only seems to have the opposite effect), but she needed to know what was bothering him. The last thing she wanted was for him to snap at the server--they had a tough enough job as is.]
If this is too much... [She gestured around them, the café filled with people talking loudly and children crying or letting out shrieks of laughter.] We could head somewhere else. I don't mind. [If there was something heavy on his mind then being in a loud and lively place might not be a great idea.
Hopefully her concern for him wouldn't be misconstrued as she wanted to leave.]