[Annie shouldn't laugh. It's not polite to laugh. But here she is, giggling as she slides into the seat opposite him.] Sorry- sorry, I shouldn't be laughing- but-sorry.
[she's bright red, and honestly she's glad he can't see her, because she's absolutely certain she matches her hair.] It- yeah, it is crowded. My boyfriend- he's running late. Sorry.
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[she's bright red, and honestly she's glad he can't see her, because she's absolutely certain she matches her hair.] It- yeah, it is crowded. My boyfriend- he's running late. Sorry.