[ she knows she shouldn't be, but somehow she is surprised mika of all people happened upon her like this, and even moreso that he would bother saying anything. such a frank and private boy-- camilla never would have thought he would even pay any mind to a troubled person.

the idea that maybe she's just special to him makes her feel a bit better. ]

Oh, Mika, sweetness.

[ she steps off the digital card, a sickening scratch of broken glass left in her wake, in favor of smiling at the boy as if nothing were amiss. ]

What are you doing here? Aren't you chilly? Why don't we go back home, I think a warm apple cardamom pie would be lovely right about now.