Originally Posted by carpediem

Langen leaned on the table a bit, trying to take some of the pressure off of her feet. Why were heels a thing again? Give her boots or flats any day. Besides being less deadly for your feet, they also made her look like she was of normal height, and not the five foot eleven inched giant the chestnut haired girl actually was.

Putting her hands up to "measure" his head, she moved her hands around in the air three times in 'vogue' style before nodding. Of course, the poor guy's head wasn't that big, no one's head was. But it was the matter of teasing, something she did to guys at Hogwarts all of the time. It was her way of getting to know someone, switching between teasing and being shy at a weird rate until they run away and you have to abandon hope. That or live as a hermit in a little house and bang on the windows when children ran by. Like her neighbor, Miss Fogarty.

"Hmm, I think your head is actually bigger!" She was joking, of course, and hopefully he understood that. Because if he was hurt, she didn't know how to fix his ego. Except get him a cup of special blend organic coffee from her ex. And the brown eyed girl was pretty sure that male quidditch players didn't like organic cups of coffee with an unspecified amount of sugar in them. Seriously, he never told her how much sugar was in them. He never told anyone really. Weird.

Oh. Kids. Right. If there were kids there was probably another person in the picture. Although in this day and age, you could never tell. Possibilities swam in her head, and the twenty year old wondered if there ~was~ someone else. Hehe, right. How awkward of her to think that a quidditch star wouldn't be married or at least dating. They were athletes for goodness sakes! Fighting the hotness that was beginning to show behind her tan cheeks, the chesnut haired girl wiped her hands on her black jeans before talking again.

"Oh, these are great for kids! Who doesn't want to stare at a little figurine of their dad all day?" Again, only joking! Oooh, but hopefully that didn't make him feel like he was egotistic. And there she was semi-flirting again! More hotness appeared, and she had to swallow slightly to push it away this time.

"What I mean is, they make great impromptu gifts. And anything of their dad is great. Kids love their parents. It'll help them remember you when you're off playing quidditch." And that was the truth. Folding a shirt while she talked and casually stepping out of her oppressive foot prisons ~the heels~ she alternated between looking at him and looking at the item while she talked. because that was the customer service way of life. Also, feet felt much better not that they weren't in heels.