“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll guess we’ll see,” Ash replied in sing-song; like she was warming up. She laughed to herself as she started forward; and when they reached the intersection she came to a stop, pressing the button for the crosswalk.
“So, did you do a lot of Karaoke in New York?” She asked, bidding to keep the conversation flowing. A hand tucked into her pocket, fidgeting with the keys therein; she withdrew soon after, however, when their resulting clinking proved too distracting for her. She should have been looking toward Mitri; it was polite, after all, to maintain eye-contact with those you spoke with. However, her awkwardness had begun to set in - so, instead, she stared at the walk-sign, and waited for it to turn.