Prompto, sitting where he was, stood out like a sore thumb. Perhaps as much as she did, though his was only temporary. She wandered her way before Prompto and stopped, holding one of her own cookies, half eaten.
"This is not a great place to sit, you know. There's a bench right over there." She pointed with her cookie hand towards a bench a little ways away to his left.
COOKIES!!!!!!!!!
"This is not a great place to sit, you know. There's a bench right over there." She pointed with her cookie hand towards a bench a little ways away to his left.