She looked up at him, feeling as if her heart had just plummeted into her stomach - his little nickname for her didn't help matters either as the butterflies only seemed to quadruple now. She managed a slight smile, but even that was a struggle.

A hard one, at that.

"... Hi."

The longer he stood there, the more curious it became, until she made a slight motion to the chair right across from her. "I hope this table is fine, we can move if it's not to your liking."

Talking about a lifeless piece of furniture, smooth Raven.