"You're hesitating over taking the treat I bought for you," Florida points out. "You didn't buy any food for yourself when you entered. The cloud may hang over here for a while but as a newcomer to the city you are, rightfully, scared of the clouds and so sought shelter. This is a minor cloud, one could easily go out and get to their destination, as buildings aren't locked down yet. And you haven't touched your baked goods."
He points to the box near her before smiling softly at the girl.
"You look nervous, you look like you don't know how to accept something that someone offers you, and honestly? You look like, at this moment, you could use a friend. You don't have to confirm that to me, and you don't have to explain yourself or talk about what's wrong. But I'm here to offer you a cookie, a smiling face that can assure you you'll get through whatever this is, maybe order you some hot chocolate, and then tell you ridiculously inflated tales of my own antics to keep you distracted until you feel safe enough to go where you need to go."
In the end, she's just a kid. She looks it. And Florida... he's got a soft spot for kids.
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He points to the box near her before smiling softly at the girl.
"You look nervous, you look like you don't know how to accept something that someone offers you, and honestly? You look like, at this moment, you could use a friend. You don't have to confirm that to me, and you don't have to explain yourself or talk about what's wrong. But I'm here to offer you a cookie, a smiling face that can assure you you'll get through whatever this is, maybe order you some hot chocolate, and then tell you ridiculously inflated tales of my own antics to keep you distracted until you feel safe enough to go where you need to go."
In the end, she's just a kid. She looks it. And Florida... he's got a soft spot for kids.