[ She's normally better at this. Socializing, building a network. But she's plagued by a variant of whatever's caused this man to come in here and start drinking--despair, hopelessness, lost--so it's all gone to hell.
Sonya grabs the bottle, edges out from behind the bar. It could still be useful, after all, but more than that she feels a little bad for interrupting his drink. (Lorna probably would've smashed it over his head by now.)
Somehow, she manages to avoid pointing out that he wasn't looking at all. ]
Thank you. [ There's a pause, then more emphatically. ] Thank you.
[ Darting at him to envelop him in an impulsive hug, she peels herself away before he can protest, a tentative smile crossing her face. ]
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Sonya grabs the bottle, edges out from behind the bar. It could still be useful, after all, but more than that she feels a little bad for interrupting his drink. (Lorna probably would've smashed it over his head by now.)
Somehow, she manages to avoid pointing out that he wasn't looking at all. ]
Thank you. [ There's a pause, then more emphatically. ] Thank you.
[ Darting at him to envelop him in an impulsive hug, she peels herself away before he can protest, a tentative smile crossing her face. ]
I'm Sonya.