"Doesn't quite match up, does it?" Hello there, Ariadne! Felix is quite tall and Ariadne is quite not, so it's an easy thing for him to lean over. His curiousity gets the better of him--it always does--and he all but assumes she's an inspiring artist of sorts. It's the trendy but practical outfits and the look of utter concentration that tip him off.
He's smiling, leaning back immediately once he speaks so she doesn't think he's leering, and his hands are clasped firmly behind his back, bright orange button down and slacks and wide smile.
"It's good! Very good. Just not what I was expecting."
It's not uncommon to get looky-loos when you're working in public. Ariadne looks up -- and then further up -- with a practiced, polite smile.
Which turns a little less practiced and a little more bemused when she clocks his clothing, and his accent. There's still a hint of that I'm being polite but I'm also busy to her tone when she speaks, though.
"Thank you. I guess I was letting my mind wander."
"Good," Felix says smoothly, and glances up at the giant building. "Imagination is better than anything else in this world, I fully believe it." Except maybe lamb. He just really likes lamb, though.
Can you blame him?
His smile is soft and he does give Ariadne enough room--he steps slightly off to the side instead of directly behind her--and sighs happily. It's a perfect day, and there's a pretty woman doing incredible things, what's not to enjoy?
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He's smiling, leaning back immediately once he speaks so she doesn't think he's leering, and his hands are clasped firmly behind his back, bright orange button down and slacks and wide smile.
"It's good! Very good. Just not what I was expecting."
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Which turns a little less practiced and a little more bemused when she clocks his clothing, and his accent. There's still a hint of that I'm being polite but I'm also busy to her tone when she speaks, though.
"Thank you. I guess I was letting my mind wander."
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Can you blame him?
His smile is soft and he does give Ariadne enough room--he steps slightly off to the side instead of directly behind her--and sighs happily. It's a perfect day, and there's a pretty woman doing incredible things, what's not to enjoy?
"Tourist, then?"
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She snorts, closing up her sketchbook carefully.
"The Parisians probably think so. I just finished my degree, but my student visa won't run out for a little bit still." Wry: "I'm liminal."
She arches an eyebrow up at him. "What about you? You're not French."