[ after ordering, it takes bellamy only a moment to spot her. elsa doesn't stand out in this crowd, not like he would expect a queen to — or a woman who can manipulate snow. he isn't so sure if he expects her to glow or sparkle like snow beneath harsh sunlight, but he doesn't believe she's the type to bury herself in the shadows, either. ]
[ manouvering his way toward the booth she's chosen, he slides into the opposite seat. glancing quickly out the window, she's chosen a spot that provides them the best view of the city outside — and him the place he'd rather be, able to observe a road he still hasn't quite gotten used to, not even after seven months of watching. ]
It was a good thing you told me you like mozzarella on your pizza. I asked for a lot of it. [ whether bellamy's joking or not — that has yet to be determined by his smile and now easy manner. resting his back against the booth, he pulls his phone from his pocket and leaves it with the screen facing down on the table. ]
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[ manouvering his way toward the booth she's chosen, he slides into the opposite seat. glancing quickly out the window, she's chosen a spot that provides them the best view of the city outside — and him the place he'd rather be, able to observe a road he still hasn't quite gotten used to, not even after seven months of watching. ]
It was a good thing you told me you like mozzarella on your pizza. I asked for a lot of it. [ whether bellamy's joking or not — that has yet to be determined by his smile and now easy manner. resting his back against the booth, he pulls his phone from his pocket and leaves it with the screen facing down on the table. ]