[Kavinsky is used to people knowing him, more as a symbol than as a person, so her recognition in and itself causes no upset. He regards the chains, noting that they're delicate and slender compared to the chunky version wrapped around his neck. The starting line loses its power to irritate when the woman treats it as a proper way to greet a stranger. Not a stranger. Someone known but not organically, the way the process was meant to be unwrapped.
It's like starting from the inside of the greeting card and working backward. Printed in comic sans: But I just got you this card! and then I thought I should get you something special for your birthday! on the cover and then pastel-blue envelop and then To: J. K. on the back of it.
Just kidding.
The bench is big enough for two so he conquers the space leftover with spread legs and his elbows settling down on his knees.]
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It's like starting from the inside of the greeting card and working backward. Printed in comic sans: But I just got you this card! and then I thought I should get you something special for your birthday! on the cover and then pastel-blue envelop and then To: J. K. on the back of it.
Just kidding.
The bench is big enough for two so he conquers the space leftover with spread legs and his elbows settling down on his knees.]
Were you hoping for me or the other guy?