[He's just as awkward, a little chuckle on his lips but not at her expense.]
How about, may we meet again in the future.
[He stands, and gives her a little bow, almost like he knows their time is almost over. It's formal, sure, but that's the kind of shit he leans on when there isn't anything else.]
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How about, may we meet again in the future.
[He stands, and gives her a little bow, almost like he knows their time is almost over. It's formal, sure, but that's the kind of shit he leans on when there isn't anything else.]
Best of luck, then.