There is a brief moment during his approach in which Claire considers either turning and walking away or turning and looking behind her, because just no way that he's coming for her when she doesn't even know him, and although she hasn't been totally inconspicuous in watching him, it's not exactly as if a girl who barely breaks five feet and has a pastry that will collapse like a pile of scattered leaves as her only weapon comes off as the least bit threatening. She doesn't turn, though, and doesn't walk away, though her body makes the intimation of going 180 degrees enough that her torso turns and then snaps slowly back at the sound of her name in a voice she doesn't recognize.
She narrows her eyes - not unpleasantly and definitely not with the same degree of menace that would be highlighted and exaggerated by gunmetal gray shadow and an overabundance of black liner - but there's a suspicion and paranoia there that Claire can't cover up by trying to look like she's just confused to find someone like him talking to her, let alone using her name. She's never going to get used to this game of people knowing her face without her knowing them first, not in any way that she believes won't end up with her back on a table and the top of her head torn off. Claire can't even approach it from a casual position and consider the fact that someone that good looking knows who she is and is talking to her.
It's weird, he almost looks like -
Claire shakes her head to snap out of it and switches the bag her pastry is in from one hand to the other. She considers him a moment before responding, looking up into his face as if trying to place him, although she knows she doesn't know him. "Have we met before?" she asks, the sort of answer that might as well be a confirmation to his inflection.
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She narrows her eyes - not unpleasantly and definitely not with the same degree of menace that would be highlighted and exaggerated by gunmetal gray shadow and an overabundance of black liner - but there's a suspicion and paranoia there that Claire can't cover up by trying to look like she's just confused to find someone like him talking to her, let alone using her name. She's never going to get used to this game of people knowing her face without her knowing them first, not in any way that she believes won't end up with her back on a table and the top of her head torn off. Claire can't even approach it from a casual position and consider the fact that someone that good looking knows who she is and is talking to her.
It's weird, he almost looks like -
Claire shakes her head to snap out of it and switches the bag her pastry is in from one hand to the other. She considers him a moment before responding, looking up into his face as if trying to place him, although she knows she doesn't know him. "Have we met before?" she asks, the sort of answer that might as well be a confirmation to his inflection.