 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
Had she known there was anything akin to him missing her, she probably would have been over the moon about it. But as it was, Mouse hadn't even truly considered the idea of her own feelings being reciprocated. Which perhaps was why she tried to not show any hint of them outwardly, not wanting to make her friendship with him have any strain or awkwardness. Not that she'd had experience in the department, but having to reject a friend's feelings seemed like it would put a damper on a friendship. For now, she'd just be glad that he seemed to enjoy her company as well - and she'd take advantage of that while she could. Her feelings would sort themselves eventually.
Right?
She let go of the door when she felt the weight of it ease, glancing back to see he'd taken it and giving him a smile in the process over her shoulder. Adjusting her bag over her shoulder, she moved closer to a couple of herbs to lean down and survey the leaves a bit more closely. "I want one of something fully green with a nice scent - probably some type of herb I can use in cooking or potions." She preferred the earthy scents associated with an herb over the sweetness in a floral. "But I'd also like some color. Maybe pinks or a baby blue." She was trying to not put TOO many out, but she loved plants so that it was hard to not want to overrun the space. "Do you have any favorites? Flowers?"
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