[The movements of her hands cease and sweeps at the back of her skirt before she sits at the lip of the fountain. It's getting dark, and the first few streetlamps are just starting to blaze to life with their familiar florescent glow. At first glance, it looks like she's just dipping her hand in the water but her touch leaves something riding on the meager waves born from her touch. There's a paper boat sailing toward him, as green as any rusted copper penny but worth quite a bit more.]
Your wish for the sake of everyone else's.
[Just fulfilling a passing whim. At least she'll feel like she's done something worthwhile today. Granting wishes is a duty usually left to higher powers but they've constantly let her down. Nothing wrong with taking over for them in a singular instance, is there?]
If it's lacking, I'd advise shamelessness in stating what else is needed.
[Her manner of speech is stiff and proper, a consequence of constantly being drilled in making pitches and presentations to draw investors in.]
no subject
Your wish for the sake of everyone else's.
[Just fulfilling a passing whim. At least she'll feel like she's done something worthwhile today. Granting wishes is a duty usually left to higher powers but they've constantly let her down. Nothing wrong with taking over for them in a singular instance, is there?]
If it's lacking, I'd advise shamelessness in stating what else is needed.
[Her manner of speech is stiff and proper, a consequence of constantly being drilled in making pitches and presentations to draw investors in.]