[None the less, she was pleased to be right and found it oddly reassuring that he enjoyed something so normal.]
You're telling me. Last time I had any was... Five years ago.
[As a child of this new world she only had the memories and stories of those old enough to have seen the change. Music, arts, something called the internet, politics that weren't a class based dictatorship...
Utterly unknown to her.
Michaels question draws her from her thoughts. Her gaze moves back to his face.]
Hmm, should I make you guess? [Allowing him to lead her through the crowd, she spared a thought for how many eyes could be watching. But another look at his face, the feel of him right beside her, his hand over hers, she couldn't find the will to care.]
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[None the less, she was pleased to be right and found it oddly reassuring that he enjoyed something so normal.]
You're telling me. Last time I had any was... Five years ago.
[As a child of this new world she only had the memories and stories of those old enough to have seen the change. Music, arts, something called the internet, politics that weren't a class based dictatorship...
Utterly unknown to her.
Michaels question draws her from her thoughts. Her gaze moves back to his face.]
Hmm, should I make you guess? [Allowing him to lead her through the crowd, she spared a thought for how many eyes could be watching. But another look at his face, the feel of him right beside her, his hand over hers, she couldn't find the will to care.]
It's sweet. Very sweet.