Pitstop on Pittsburgh

[Toaster]

Olivia's eyes narrowed every so slightly as she caught a glimpse of genuine emotion from the man opposite her. The corners of her mouth twitched but she kept herself from grinning, not wanting to give Damian the impression that he was being observed. Instead, she casually tossed another fry in her mouth and let her gaze wander around the establishment. Indeed, it wasn't particularly busy - likely due to the relatively late hour and the inhabitants of the city needing to get what sleep they could before their next grueling factory shifts.

As she glanced around the restaurant, she spoke softly but with conviction, "I think we both know what I'd decide for myself." She turned her head back to face Damian. "But I have to admit, missing out on this on account of being dead really would have been a shame." She picked up her spoon and dug it into the meat pie on the table before her. "It's been a while since I took the time to..." She paused, briefly caught up in a distant memory - a scene of a bar before her, a young man with the same brown hair as hers sitting in a booth across from her. She shook her head, dissolving the image in her mind. "To just hang out," she finished, giving Damian a genuine smile.

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Olivia Sable