Seeking Answers
Aleksandra enters the room Looking Purposeful, with what appears to be a book of poems under her arm. She clears her throat in a way that makes it clear she is addressing the room as a whole, although her voice remains quite soft.
"Excuse me, but I have a question. Can someone explain to me what exactly it is about falling in love that appeals to so many people?"
It's not an accusatory or condemning question by any means -- she isn't dismissive of the idea, exactly -- but she clearly doesn't understand. She's very still, very solemn, waiting for an answer.
Chances are there's also an elder brother facepalming nearby, well aware of what brought this on.
"Excuse me, but I have a question. Can someone explain to me what exactly it is about falling in love that appeals to so many people?"
It's not an accusatory or condemning question by any means -- she isn't dismissive of the idea, exactly -- but she clearly doesn't understand. She's very still, very solemn, waiting for an answer.
Chances are there's also an elder brother facepalming nearby, well aware of what brought this on.