Annabelle blinks, and she feels her face grow pink. She's not very used to gestures or words of affection, nor is she used to having friends. Around Lauren and Susan both, she often feels an indescribably pleasant warmth that blooms from her core to the rest of her.
"I don't know why you thank me," she says, picking at her fingernails. "I should be thanking you."
LAUREN STOP SIMULTANEOUSLY SURPRISING MY CHARACTERS
"I don't know why you thank me," she says, picking at her fingernails. "I should be thanking you."