She gave a shrug and went in, and then sat where there was an opening to do so. There weren't many, and others kind of stared her way. She did her best to ignore them and looked down at her hands. But then, assuming he sat down, she looked at him finally. Her eyes were actually an interesting shade of blue-green that wasn't seen very often. And while her face was blotchy from her tears, she seemed no worse for the wear. And then she really noticed... He'd shaved. Granted, he probably had scruff on his face by now but not like it had been. And he wasn't hard to stare at. She swallowed and forced herself not to think of him as more than a friend. She didn't know whether he would disappear or what.