[Not expecting someone to be hanging around, Eiji startles and pauses when he comes in. And then he looks politely apologetic, like he thinks he interrupted.
But it smooths into a tiny smile in return for her own. He relaxes, shoulders lowering. His dark eyes glance between her and the jars and noodles.]
I'll help. [He lifts up something of his own; a four ounce jar of pickle slices and onions.] Can I add this?
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But it smooths into a tiny smile in return for her own. He relaxes, shoulders lowering. His dark eyes glance between her and the jars and noodles.]
I'll help. [He lifts up something of his own; a four ounce jar of pickle slices and onions.] Can I add this?