Gregorian chants. That struck Tim as... well, something. It didnt really seem to fit in with the image of Sophia he had constructed in his mind. Or really, anyone. Who listened to Gregorian chants, anyway? How does one even find access to Gregorian chants to begin with? Nevertheless, it fascinated him. He sort of loved that she listened to them. It made her a little more unpredictable to him, which he found oddly amusing.

He snapped out of his thoughts, flustered now.

"O-oh! Um, um... wwwwhat..."

He thought hard for a moment, shaking his head.

"Why... do you always... look kind of sad?" he said, trying to choose his words carefully. Sophia locked up for a moment, and Tim noticed. IT was something he did a lot while talking.

"What?" Sophia asked, her cheeks turning a bit red.

"I I mean... I notice you, sometimes, while I work. When I snap out of my weird trance while I work... I would... look at you, working behind the bar, and when a couple would... come and order, you would... slump, and just... make yourself small. And then you look so sad... and I noticed because I look sad like that... why do you look sad?"

He was asking in a soft voice, walking on thin ice, trying to choose his words carefully.