[It's the kind of tears that come from overwhelming joy, but there's a sense of loss or loneliness or something Ginia can't explain and wouldn't be able to even with the best of her memories. She gently waves the handkerchief away, not because it isn't appreciated, but it's embarrassing enough crying, she doesn't want to make it worse by ruining a god's handkerchief.
Instead, she wipes her eyes and blows her nose on the napkin included in her bag of food and suck in a few deep breaths to calm down.]
Sorry. [Her phone says. A few seconds later, she adds:]
The sushi is really good. Thank you for suggesting it.
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Instead, she wipes her eyes and blows her nose on the napkin included in her bag of food and suck in a few deep breaths to calm down.]
Sorry. [Her phone says. A few seconds later, she adds:]
The sushi is really good. Thank you for suggesting it.