Galway Girl [Closed]

[ambientmagic]

"Oh! Well, if you don't drink coffee, the coffeeshop also has tea," he offered. "And if you like herbal teas, I have a vast array in my office." Wait, we're being nonthreatening. "You can take some to go if you have a class to get to," he added.

"As for 'whatever it is I am,' I'm nothing but a fan of your talents, both at the library and, apparently, when you're standing on rooftops singing. You're a remarkable girl, Miss Bridget, and that's all I wanted to tell you."

Evan finally turned around and started walking toward the coffeeshop. "The offer stands open," he called over his shoulder. If Miss Bridget didn't want to talk about whatever was upsetting her, then forcing his company on her certainly wouldn't help. Especially since she seemed... uneasy? Something about him was throwing her off, so she needed space. Evan could do space. One didn't live as long as he had without learning some patience, after all.

She would find him when she was ready.