"Even if I did have pictures, they wouldn't be here," he replied smoothly, suddenly relieved that he can't use technology. "And they're on paper."
"Your curse is my blessing, in this case." He squinted at her, raising an eyebrow. "You're never going to see the photos anyways."
"Oh?" she asked, cocking her head. "I can be very determined if I want to be, you know. And this is certainly a worthwhile cause."
Francis laughed, shaking his head slowly. "You're never going to see them, trust me," he said, grinning. Eventually he calmed down, his gaze resting on his glass. He looked around at the other people, faces he didn't recognize. "I swear, you're the only person worth talking to in the place."
She blushed lightly, but laughed it off, shaking her head. "I'm the only person you know in this place. I'm sure that if you talked to others then you would find their company enjoyable as well."
"I don't want to talk to the other people. It's a waste of time," he said, sipping his coffee. "They're annoying."
"You sure know how to make a girl's heart go fuzzy," she said with a sarcastic smile, rolling her eyes. Her fingernails clinked against the porcelain mug, and she gave him a wry look, her dimples showing. "I'm glad I'm not too annoying to talk to."
He looked up at her with a sly grin. "I've been told I can do that to some girls. And, I don't find you annoying at all." (Francis you ruin everything.)
(I think Poppy's kind of resigned at this point TBH. She doesn't really expect anything different.) Poppy raised an eyebrow and finished her tea. "The best compliment I will ever receive from you," she said, grinning. "Thank you."
"I can think of at least one compliment that I have given you that was better than that one," he pointed out. (That's the sad part.)
Her mouth curved into a smile, and she thought about the day before. "Hm. I suppose you're right. I appreciate it." (JUST GET TOGETHER YOU TWO)
"Y'know, that compliment from yesterday still stands today," he said smoothly, taking another sip of his coffee. (Real suave, Francis.)
She squinted at him, her fingers resting on her lips. Her head was cocked slightly as she looked at him, her brows furrowed. "Francis Craw," she teased. "Are you flirting with me?" (AW)
He shrugged, looking elsewhere. "I don't know. I may or may not be. I thought I was just telling the truth." (Smoooooth)
"You're very sweet," Poppy said casually, resting her hands on the table. She forced herself not to blush, and busied herself with stacking the lunch plates, her eyes on the table. "Not going to happen. Not going to happen," she thought insistently. (AW)
(Wow, I accidently pressed enter please kill me ) "But, I mean that," he said nonchalantly. "I mean what I say, most of the time. Hopefully that's not bad."
(I was laughing so much. 'Hehehehe') "No, I appreciate it," she said, glancing up at him. "Thank you."
