Benji sort of side-glances the nearest table like how it is understandably tempting, with their long table cloths, and the fact that she would prefer to enjoy herself because it is different and interesting through a pane glass barrier of objective observation, and the propensity for hide and seek to break out at any moment at home all sort of make it not a totally impossible daydream.
She finishes her champagne, the half-inch that was left.
"Yes," she says. "And you can tell me more about your weird friends. Um. The rich ones."
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Benji sort of side-glances the nearest table like how it is understandably tempting, with their long table cloths, and the fact that she would prefer to enjoy herself because it is different and interesting through a pane glass barrier of objective observation, and the propensity for hide and seek to break out at any moment at home all sort of make it not a totally impossible daydream.
She finishes her champagne, the half-inch that was left.
"Yes," she says. "And you can tell me more about your weird friends. Um. The rich ones."