( upon coming to cadelle, the last thing she'd expected was to be warmed into the idea of what could rightfully be considered a date. there was a part of her arguing it went against priority, that she wasn't here to get close to another who would only, at some time's length, be taken from her. but there's a swell that's taken to her chest, the slightest uptick of an otherwise steady heart as it nears eight.
there's a citrus glow left beaming through the apartment, telltale signs of a sun ablaze ready to fall asunder in wake of the night to come, and it's just as she's ensuring she has everything she'll need that phone buzzes atop her nightstand, alerting her that he's waiting.
digits smooth over the slight crop of her shirt, settling for something a bit more casual-- which he doesn't need to know is incredibly difficult to achieve given her wardrobe. she'll take that as an excuse to find somewhere within the city to splurge, thank you. phone is tucked into a small bag, and it's only another moment before she's slipping from the entry doors, catching sight of the romance artist himself waiting for her in what was truly too picturesque a scene.
single edge of her lips rises upward, nearing the driver's side where she leans in to casually rest forearm against the sill, tilting her head with playful glint hidden in honeyed hues. ) Convenient timing, I was just in need for a ride.
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there's a citrus glow left beaming through the apartment, telltale signs of a sun ablaze ready to fall asunder in wake of the night to come, and it's just as she's ensuring she has everything she'll need that phone buzzes atop her nightstand, alerting her that he's waiting.
digits smooth over the slight crop of her shirt, settling for something a bit more casual-- which he doesn't need to know is incredibly difficult to achieve given her wardrobe. she'll take that as an excuse to find somewhere within the city to splurge, thank you. phone is tucked into a small bag, and it's only another moment before she's slipping from the entry doors, catching sight of the romance artist himself waiting for her in what was truly too picturesque a scene.
single edge of her lips rises upward, nearing the driver's side where she leans in to casually rest forearm against the sill, tilting her head with playful glint hidden in honeyed hues. ) Convenient timing, I was just in need for a ride.