[That bright smile melts away some of his exhaustion from the day. Aether thinks it’s great to see a dull customer like him, even though Gil can’t imagine he’s particularly exciting to talk to. His heart picks up a beat over the words, frayed and excited that Aether looked forward to seeing him.]
I’m nervous— I mean, I’m doing good.
[His ears pink as he stumbles over his words, pretending to be fascinated with the counter.]
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I’m nervous— I mean, I’m doing good.
[His ears pink as he stumbles over his words, pretending to be fascinated with the counter.]
Yes, please. Is your shift almost over?