[It takes her a moment after being jostled about, but when she brushes back some of her curls and looks up at him, there is an uncanny resemblance. It is different enough that she could never assume who he is, but the height, the stance, the eyes-- even if he is wearing spectacles now. Her mouth opens and then shuts, not knowing what to say, how to process this man that could be her eldest brother, but is clearly not.
Tim. He said his name is Tim. She swallows and gives a nod, a dip of her head. He speaks with a familiarity, but not a closeness.]
Francesca. [But then he is talking again, and there is something about a cake. Her eyes dart down and then back up as if this will someone give her more answers to questions that have not fully formed in her mind.]
Oh, no. Thank you though. And happy birthday. [Even if she is not entirely sure what the date is meant to be here.]
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Tim. He said his name is Tim. She swallows and gives a nod, a dip of her head. He speaks with a familiarity, but not a closeness.]
Francesca. [But then he is talking again, and there is something about a cake. Her eyes dart down and then back up as if this will someone give her more answers to questions that have not fully formed in her mind.]
Oh, no. Thank you though. And happy birthday. [Even if she is not entirely sure what the date is meant to be here.]