[ Turns out she's still blinking, staring, swallowing — unintentionally mirroring the other woman, oops — and finally lowering her phone to shove the unfinished text in her pocket. In an attempt to seem normal (and Cool), Cellar gathers up a lopsided smile, head a little angled. Let her wait a bit; look at the other two hearts at her disposal before she decides what to do with her figurative one.
She picks a heart without reading the message. Smile turning into a grin, ]
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She picks a heart without reading the message. Smile turning into a grin, ]
Yeah, I'd like one.