The penny seems to take its time dropping as she first has to register his words and parse them. Once that's complete her mind is initially slow to make the connection, but then when he doesn't look at her it starts to click. It's abnormal for him to keep his gaze from someone, and then she recalls the conversation from a while ago. At least, it feels like a while to her.
Finally her mind picks up speed, and races for the finish. She had her guess to his age but this one would have to be something important to warrant giving out gifts. He'd never made it a point to do so in the past and then her chair creaks slightly as her posture straightens.
She feels that she shouldn't be so shocked as she does the math in her head quickly, her eyes staying on him. Once that's over though, she realizes she's staring and quickly ducks her head, casting her eyes down to her tea. She's struggling for what she should say, feeling like she should speak but for some reason even the words 'Happy Birthday' almost seem inappropriate, or at least inadequate.
"Thank you." She's finally decided upon something at least, and her tone is quiet, though surprised. She rarely celebrates her own birthdays, seeing little reason to mark the passing years but to recognize his... It was hard to believe she was sitting with a Centennial who looked easily 20 or 30 years younger.
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Date: 2015-01-12 03:04 am (UTC)Finally her mind picks up speed, and races for the finish. She had her guess to his age but this one would have to be something important to warrant giving out gifts. He'd never made it a point to do so in the past and then her chair creaks slightly as her posture straightens.
She feels that she shouldn't be so shocked as she does the math in her head quickly, her eyes staying on him. Once that's over though, she realizes she's staring and quickly ducks her head, casting her eyes down to her tea. She's struggling for what she should say, feeling like she should speak but for some reason even the words 'Happy Birthday' almost seem inappropriate, or at least inadequate.
"Thank you." She's finally decided upon something at least, and her tone is quiet, though surprised. She rarely celebrates her own birthdays, seeing little reason to mark the passing years but to recognize his... It was hard to believe she was sitting with a Centennial who looked easily 20 or 30 years younger.