[ She had found the prettiest view of the strawberries, had turned it to face herself so that when she got here she could rotate the bowl with some exactitude and know he saw it. Does that now, the bowl softly scraping against the tray.
Shakes her head a little. ]
But it was not.
[ With a small pained smile— no tears, those have been shed already— she lifts the carafe and tilts her head, the ubiquitous gesture for coffee? ]
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[ She had found the prettiest view of the strawberries, had turned it to face herself so that when she got here she could rotate the bowl with some exactitude and know he saw it. Does that now, the bowl softly scraping against the tray.
Shakes her head a little. ]
But it was not.
[ With a small pained smile— no tears, those have been shed already— she lifts the carafe and tilts her head, the ubiquitous gesture for coffee? ]