Meetup on Erie

[DraconAUT]

John chuckled softly, and yet slightly amused at her blushing. "You look even cuter than you are, when you're blushing, you know? Well I am just telling the truth. Your dress definitely was a good choice." He'd smile briefly. He then glanced briefly at the sandwiches, as she mentioned them, before his eyes focused her again. His eyes widened slightly and he quirked both eyebrows in a pleasant surprise upon her comment about the sandwhiches. "Ah you love meat? Great! That will make cooking stuff, in future, alot easier." His right hand reached for the glass of water, his fingers wrapping around it, to lift it for a toast. "Indeed, cheers! On some really well deserved and needed relaxing hours!" He guided the glass to his lips, where he slowly set the glass' rim upon his bottom lip and tilted it, pouring water into his mouth, only to decline the glass and set it down onto the blanket again, while he sighed in joy of the felt refreshment, provided by the water.

A frown could be seen upon his forehead, he quirked a brow upon her reaction, slightly concerned about his previously mentioned words which made her react so uncomfortably. He should have kept in mind, asking about the past days might have included that unpleasant incident which happened infront of Pennsylvania. Damn it! Stupid idea! Taking a sharp and brief breath, he finally decided what to do now.

"I'm sorry, that was the wrong choice for breaking the ice. I hope the coming days will be more comfortable for you. I'm here, when you need someone to talk, just you know." He smiled briefly, with an yet guilty and yet apologizing expression upon his face. "Let's just talk about something else... like...." Lost in thoughts his wandered up, in reaction of his pondering, then his brows quirked, followed by a quick nod of his head. "I still don't know alot about you, besides that you're pretty, cute, a Freelancer, loving meat and from Rheinland, with a pretty decent ability to speak English without a typical Rheinlandish accent. So....what is your favorite color and why?"

Meanwhile, his left hand reached for the vegan sandwhich, not because he liked it more than others...but maybe to leave the vegetarian one to her, or to divide the vegatarian between the two of them later. Grabbing it carefully, he guided the chosen sandwhich to his lips to take a moderate bite from it, chewing it carefully, but shutting his eyes for a moment, focusing upon the taste, yet trying not to look too greedy or akward when eating. Only a short moment later, his eyes opened again, glancing at her beautiful eyes, deeply, as he awaited her response to his asked question, curiously and eagerly.