[She takes the note, a little suspicious, then produces the other one from a pocket and holds them up next to each other; it's not perfectly the same, but they were definitely written by the same hand.
The next time she looks back up at him, her expression is soft and gentled.]
You said "you're welcome", the first time.
[And something about that is just...charming, in an odd sort of way, so she puts the notes away and lowers her guard, the tension in her shoulders fading away.]
Why did you snatch it up and run like that? I was waiting to thank you.
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The next time she looks back up at him, her expression is soft and gentled.]
You said "you're welcome", the first time.
[And something about that is just...charming, in an odd sort of way, so she puts the notes away and lowers her guard, the tension in her shoulders fading away.]
Why did you snatch it up and run like that? I was waiting to thank you.