[ Alex is generally confused by whatever festivities she's just happened to be sucked in to. This isn't exactly how she wants to spend one of her precious few days off work, surrounded by even more drunk and rambunctious people, but it always seems to happen anyway. She's spaced out with her nose wrinkled just the tiniest bit at the 'meat' in front of her. Despite its tantalizing brown crisp and realistic grill marks, she knows exactly what's actually ground into it.
The man's sudden appearance is highly alarming and makes her jump when he seemingly materializes out of no where. He looks extremely haggard, his hair cut short in practicality rather than style, the clothes also sticking out like a sore thumb. She doesn't have enough experience with new arrivals to spot one, so she just settles for a a nervous smile. He sounds like he has a bad head cold. ]
Oh, please help yourself. They're for everyone, I think.
[ She steps back, giving him the space to dig in. ]
I think that container is dipping mustard. It might help the texture.
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The man's sudden appearance is highly alarming and makes her jump when he seemingly materializes out of no where. He looks extremely haggard, his hair cut short in practicality rather than style, the clothes also sticking out like a sore thumb. She doesn't have enough experience with new arrivals to spot one, so she just settles for a a nervous smile. He sounds like he has a bad head cold. ]
Oh, please help yourself. They're for everyone, I think.
[ She steps back, giving him the space to dig in. ]
I think that container is dipping mustard. It might help the texture.