[Barry doesn't read much poetry. He doesn't like the floral language, doesn't put any stock into the wildly inaccurate descriptions of the world, written in such a way to manipulate him emotionally. He may be a romantic, but he's still a scientist. The world doesn't stop moving because his eyes land on someone beautiful. The globe doesn't stop spinning on its axis, the universe doesn't hold its breath in anticipation. It's absurd.
But... for some reason, when the woman speaks, when her hood falls back to reveal her face, the noise around them fades, the silence deafening. Artificial. Imagined. It has to be. He can barely hear his own breathing over the silence in a manner almost... poetic. It doesn't make any sense, but very few things about Barry's week has.
She's even more beautiful than he'd imagined. Almost too beautiful to be real. Her eyes... something about her eyes is so captivating, he feels like he's being pulled into them... like if he gazed into them long enough, he'd lose himself forever...]
Y-Yes. Yes, of course. [Barry returns to his senses, finding the world still spinning and the universe having caught its breath. How absurd. He slips into the seat next to the beautiful stranger, mind reeling as he motions for the bartender to prepare another drink for the lady. Maybe there is something to the odd musings of poets after all. Barry has no other explanation for what he just experienced.]
So, uh... [He takes a slow, calming sip of his beer.] You... Have y'been in town long?
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But... for some reason, when the woman speaks, when her hood falls back to reveal her face, the noise around them fades, the silence deafening. Artificial. Imagined. It has to be. He can barely hear his own breathing over the silence in a manner almost... poetic. It doesn't make any sense, but very few things about Barry's week has.
She's even more beautiful than he'd imagined. Almost too beautiful to be real. Her eyes... something about her eyes is so captivating, he feels like he's being pulled into them... like if he gazed into them long enough, he'd lose himself forever...]
Y-Yes. Yes, of course. [Barry returns to his senses, finding the world still spinning and the universe having caught its breath. How absurd. He slips into the seat next to the beautiful stranger, mind reeling as he motions for the bartender to prepare another drink for the lady. Maybe there is something to the odd musings of poets after all. Barry has no other explanation for what he just experienced.]
So, uh... [He takes a slow, calming sip of his beer.] You... Have y'been in town long?