He watches what she's doing to the tea, trying not to wince too much, but that's so much sugar and milk. How can she appreciate the fine flavors of the tea itself?! Jefferson does his best to keep his expression neutral.
"Yeah." He thinks so, anyway. Maybe not way busier, but certainly not empty. How else would this place stay in business?
Jefferson draws in a breath when Kenzi starts to unload on him, his eyes betraying some nervousness. What she's describing, after all, is about identical to his own experience, one month ago.
"I--" he starts, then shuts his mouth, his brow knitted with worry. "My name's Jefferson." An easy enough place to start. He chooses his next words carefully. "The... fog in your head. It'll pass. Just give it some time." His hands wring together in his lap, and he glances down at them for a moment. "The same thing happened to me. I was hit by a car a month ago."
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"Yeah." He thinks so, anyway. Maybe not way busier, but certainly not empty. How else would this place stay in business?
Jefferson draws in a breath when Kenzi starts to unload on him, his eyes betraying some nervousness. What she's describing, after all, is about identical to his own experience, one month ago.
"I--" he starts, then shuts his mouth, his brow knitted with worry. "My name's Jefferson." An easy enough place to start. He chooses his next words carefully. "The... fog in your head. It'll pass. Just give it some time." His hands wring together in his lap, and he glances down at them for a moment. "The same thing happened to me. I was hit by a car a month ago."