A questing thought occurred with a restless glimpse across the arcade at her face. In the background, the rat-a-tat-tatt bing-a-bing-a-bing of the games surrounded what was a rather sedate and deeply pure entrance into a meditative state. One of internalization and winsome, drifting dreams.
Simply put her facade exhibited a world inside that seemed to somehow beckon. What might one do to enter it?
That was the question the expression brought forth. It was indescribably necessary to ask and begged to be answered for some inexplicable reason that was incredibly hard to understand.
But the moment passed as they do.