"Miss Chang's," Ford answered as he took Cash's handkerchief. In another conversation it might have occurred to him to be self-conscious about Miss Chang and his supposed connection to her, but he could not possibly feel self-conscious about this around Cash. He assumed Cash knew him well enough to have already figured the whole matter out, despite the fact that they hadn't really talked about anything in nine months.
"Though this is the first one she's been to, as well. But she's the one who got us the tickets. She met the main ballerina at that Sugarplum thing," he explained. He was mostly focused on dampening Cash's handkerchief in the sink, but paused to wave his hand dismissively at the air between them. "You know, the one with all the — powdered sugar, and everything." The Sugarplum Gala had certainly been memorable in many ways, but even taking out the strange compulsion he'd felt to follow Miss Chang around like a puppy, it was memorable in all the wrong ways as far as Ford was concerned.
"Though this is the first one she's been to, as well. But she's the one who got us the tickets. She met the main ballerina at that Sugarplum thing," he explained. He was mostly focused on dampening Cash's handkerchief in the sink, but paused to wave his hand dismissively at the air between them. "You know, the one with all the — powdered sugar, and everything." The Sugarplum Gala had certainly been memorable in many ways, but even taking out the strange compulsion he'd felt to follow Miss Chang around like a puppy, it was memorable in all the wrong ways as far as Ford was concerned.
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