[right][h2][color=999999]Lost in Translation[/color][/h2][@silver21][@Auragreedia][@Stanifly][/right]

[color=808080]The moment Sirpa's hand makes contact with his shoulder, the man's head snaps up, eyes wide. He jerks back slightly, the instinctive flinch pulling his shoulder just barely out from under her palm. But he doesn't pull away entirely. Doesn't stand or retreat.

For a heartbeat, he just stares at her.

Then his jaw tightens, the corners of his mouth twitching downward against whatever wants to surface. He turns his head sharply to the side as his hand comes up to push his glasses onto his forehead. His shoulders hunch forward over the table, fingers pressing against the bridge of his nose as he draws a shaky breath.[/color]