He's taken the time to put away the remains of their tea and change (and several moments of running through a meditation exercise to make absolutely sure he doesn't follow her down the hall and interrupt her), finding a dark purple shirt he knows always makes her stare a little longer at him and a fresh suit. It's a dramatic look, he knows, in contrast to his pale complexion, but he does feel like showing off.
When she comes in, he's got his back to her, fidgeting with his phone again--sending reminders to various contacts that he is 100% Not Available for the next 36 hours.
"Right. So tickets are confirmed, there's this place called Barrafina that's a bit of a walk from the Opera House but if we cab it straight there we can--"
And the rest of the sentence just sort of falls apart like a house of cards when he sees her.
Well. That's a fairly different style on her, and she looks more comfortable in it than she did in that Christmas dress, which improves it tremendously. And while he will always be at least a little fonder of her ugly jumpers than he likes to admit, when she really cleans up, she looks pretty damn good.
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When she comes in, he's got his back to her, fidgeting with his phone again--sending reminders to various contacts that he is 100% Not Available for the next 36 hours.
"Right. So tickets are confirmed, there's this place called Barrafina that's a bit of a walk from the Opera House but if we cab it straight there we can--"
And the rest of the sentence just sort of falls apart like a house of cards when he sees her.
Well. That's a fairly different style on her, and she looks more comfortable in it than she did in that Christmas dress, which improves it tremendously. And while he will always be at least a little fonder of her ugly jumpers than he likes to admit, when she really cleans up, she looks pretty damn good.
"...uh," he manages. "I. Did. You say something?"