[ Valmont swallows very hard. Acknowledging that he was wrong, in the abstract, is one thing. Actually apologizing to someone...? To their face?
He doesn't want to. He really doesn't want to. But Manuela is looking at him in a way that makes him feel, somehow, like he's back in primary school and has just disappointed one of his favorite teachers.
What the hell. He's already swallowed a good bit of his pride today. He can choke down a little more. ]
Oh... very well. Wait here.
[ Setting down his own tea, he gets to his feet and makes his way over to the barista. Their conversation is quiet, but if Manuela listens, she can probably hear an I apologize crammed somewhere in there. They don't sound like words he's very used to saying. Eventually, he returns to the table, sits down heavily and takes a long swig of tea. ]
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[ Valmont swallows very hard. Acknowledging that he was wrong, in the abstract, is one thing. Actually apologizing to someone...? To their face?
He doesn't want to. He really doesn't want to. But Manuela is looking at him in a way that makes him feel, somehow, like he's back in primary school and has just disappointed one of his favorite teachers.
What the hell. He's already swallowed a good bit of his pride today. He can choke down a little more. ]
Oh... very well. Wait here.
[ Setting down his own tea, he gets to his feet and makes his way over to the barista. Their conversation is quiet, but if Manuela listens, she can probably hear an I apologize crammed somewhere in there. They don't sound like words he's very used to saying. Eventually, he returns to the table, sits down heavily and takes a long swig of tea. ]