[ As she had hoped, the tourist–who seems quite surprised–does make his way over, slotting between her and one of the currently vacated bar stools. This close, she gets a better look at his face, at the gentle downward slant of his eyes, the way his hair curls tucked behind his ears, his fuller bottom lip. Which. She wants to bite.
(She tucks that away for now).
Instead, she raises her eyebrows at his thanks, delivered in...well, it's not the worst Shu she's ever heard. Something about the vowels are clashing with his native Kerch. Still, she laughs and then flashes him a grin when he switches over, so thoroughly charmed that he made an attempt. ]
Don't you worry your pretty head, I'm told my Kerch is passable. [ That's an understatement, she's fluent. But then, hasn't had all that much practice conversing with native speakers aside from past teachers. She'd dreaded learning what she'd considered an ugly language when she'd been younger but: Kerch was the markets, the trades. It was everything monetary and contractual, hardly avoidable.
no subject
(She tucks that away for now).
Instead, she raises her eyebrows at his thanks, delivered in...well, it's not the worst Shu she's ever heard. Something about the vowels are clashing with his native Kerch. Still, she laughs and then flashes him a grin when he switches over, so thoroughly charmed that he made an attempt. ]
Don't you worry your pretty head, I'm told my Kerch is passable. [ That's an understatement, she's fluent. But then, hasn't had all that much practice conversing with native speakers aside from past teachers. She'd dreaded learning what she'd considered an ugly language when she'd been younger but: Kerch was the markets, the trades. It was everything monetary and contractual, hardly avoidable.
Sofia is now immensely glad she'd learned. ]
Are you here for business or holiday–?