The server hands John an orange juice and Gwin pays.  The server continues on.<br/><br/>He had heard her comment.  She closes her eyes and deflates her lungs in a single breath.  She holds it here, making a decision.  She slowly turns her head from side to side once.  The only signal that she had heard his realization she had talked of herself and not him.  She opened her eyes as he was speaking, he seemed decent.  Sweet even.  OK, so he was a bit dorky, he tried too hard - but at least he tried.  She is sorta dazed in thought as he starts to shove petals back into the back to only have more floof out.  It was a self-defeating process.  Before she knew what she was doing, her hand reached to his arm.  She pulls back on him just enough to get his attention.  "There are people paid to do that.  Leave them."  She falls silent a moment, but does not move her hand.  Her eyes fall quiet as it is clear she has receeded into the storm in her head.  She sorts out the beginning of her story.<br/><br/>She takes a deep breath in preparation to tell her pain.