Poppy was overly-relieved when her new-found acquaintance didn’t react negatively towards her rather rude comment – not that she meant it to be rude. Maybe that was why the blonde allowed herself to be nudged towards the table, focusing on maintaining her ever-failing balance as she hobbled forward. Poppy flopped into a seat, wiggling her body to get comfortable and began to munch messily on her pizza. She always had a particular way of eating pizza: she folded it over horizontally and ate it like a sandwich, and so that was what she did. Sauce dripped from it and onto her fingers which she sucked on greedily, not wanting to waste a single drip. It was whilst sucking on such a drop on the backside of her hand that she realized the girl was talking – introducing herself it seemed.

Poppy licked the slop quickly, swallowing and offering her clean hand, smiling lopsidedly, “I’m Poppy O’Conner. It’s great-uh, to meet you, Belle.”

It was only this time that Poppy actually took a good look at the girl before her. She was pretty, like super-pretty, and Poppy got the itch to squirm in her seat again as if it could quell the insecurity rising up in her stomach. Then, she got the overwhelming urge to pet her seemingly soft black hair. Instead, she fluttered the hand uselessly in front of her face as if waving something off, before saying,

“Sorry, I’m a messy eater. Get it, uh, everywhere and stuff. Yeah.”