She smiled back a little timidly when he thanked her, but it was genuine.

However, she flushed quickly when he ripped straight out of his shirt. She was thankful just as quickly when he pulled his new shirt on. He attacked some food before eyeing his new pants. He looked at her then, and Leita felt her whole face glow. Perhaps she should leave now.

He extended his hand to her and said, “Michael Kiersgaard, by the way. Sorry about ... uh—” he chuckled sort of ruefully “—being around. Kinda happened on accident.”

She took it quickly. His hand was huge compared to hers. She kept her eyes on it, too embarrassed to look at his face. She wished the heat in her face would leave.

“L-Leita Serwen …” She paused then debating whether to speak more and risk stuttering again. It seemed rude to not speak more, so she tried again. Somewhere in her embarrassment she noted it was a different name than Adrien had said earlier. “Not a problem. Better that it happened here really …”

She let go of his hand, pulling her arms nervously behind herself, one hand clasping her other’s wrist. “Well, I’ll leave you to enjoy your meal.”

She gave a short bow again and left out the door.