She gave him a slight smile and placed her glasses on the table. "It's not," she replied, "but thank you for saying it is." She took the beaker back from him, placed it on the desk and recorded some results in her journal. Her other hand rested on the desk, and she occasionally went to move her arm to do something, and her brow would furrow when she remembered that she couldn't.
"Hm? Oh.. Right." She frowned as she leaned back in her chair. "I was pretty naive anyway. It's partly my own fault."
She laughed lightly. "He texted me, you know," she said quietly, pulling her knees up to her chest. "Told me that he wanted to apologize. I don't know. I think I just really wanted to believe that the man I dated for a year wasn't a terrible person."
"I guess people aren't always what they appear to be at first. They tell you they love you, but sometimes they don't mean it."
He patted her shoulder good-naturedly. "Don't worry, though. There's always better people out there."
She laughed, perking up slightly. "Or," she suggested. "Or I could just never enter a relationship again."
"Oh really?" she asked with a slight smile. "Hm. Well, we'll see. Frankly, I haven't had one that isn't more trouble than it's worth."
She gave him a slight grin. "Don't worry, Craw. I'm actually going to swear off romances permanently; too much work."
She gave him a small smile before returning her attention to the beaker. "So, what about you?" she asked casually. "What's your love life like?"
"Oh, really?" Poppy asked with a slight smile, peering through the microscope and adjusting the focus. "How so?"
