Varrie put her focus back on the monitor, trying to hide her frustration… Or embarrassment.
But I could tell she could only try to because her eyes keep shifting toward me as if I made her uncomfortable.
But as time goes on, she does that less often.
My existence here will be completely gone in her mind.
As if I'd let that happen.
On the screen is a video game where you hold guns and shoot at people to get a score—or something like that, I realized I don't have much experience in the gaming world since I can't quite put my finger what kind of game this is.
Fortunely the girl I'm staring at does know. And it's a good ice breaker, too.
"What games are you playing?"
"Why are you not leaving yet?" she says.
"Looks fun."
"Would be better if you're not here."
Okay… how about this?
"Can I join?"
"Can you leave?"
Wow I can't get through her. Need to change my approach. I wonder if the technique I used last time still work.
"Bury-your-ash."
The tip of her ears perks up.
