At first, the girl wanted nothing more than for him to do exactly what he had offered-leave. She would do much better looking alone, and hadn't wanted any company during her search for the perfect present. Being around others made her so...frightened. That was the feeling that she identified, deep down beneath the anxiety and stress of it all. She was afraid of looking like a fool in front of someone, even a canine that she barely knew. And on top of that, she'd been attacked several times by strangers in the past few months and mock-attacked by another canine in Halifax just weeks before.
However, Wretch realized quite suddenly that leaving was the opposite of what she wished for him to do. She felt terrible for having interrupted his search, though he denied that she had done so, and didn't want to force him to leave the place because of her own discomfort. He should be allowed to look there as well, as this was neutral territory. No, Um...Stay. She fought the urge to apologize again, allowing her aqua eyes to rise from the floor for a moment. Now that she wasn't in hiding any longer, she could see him more fully. He wasn't much larger than her, up close! W-who are you? Are you from around here?
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