There was a beat of silence before Olivia slowly reached up and touched her own face, as if trying to feel what expression she was wearing.
Her eyes then widened a little. And then...a wry, sheepish smile crept onto her lips.
"Ah." She murmured, nodding faintly. "I think I get it now. I understand what you're talking about."
Kafka narrowed his eyes. "You do?"
She looked down at the menu, idly flipping the page as her smile deepened, not out of amusement, but something like realization.
"Abi told me something similar quite often. Actually...so did my parents."
That got his attention. He leaned a little closer. "Go on."
She chuckled under her breath, soft and nostalgic.
"You see, when I'm with people I'm close to, I guess my expression is normal. Relaxed. I'm just...me. But whenever I'm with strangers, people I don't know, I get nervous. Really nervous."
Kafka tilted his head. "You don't look nervous."
