Alice taps at the door around midday, hesitates a moment (listening) before quietly spelling the lock. It slides open before her, but she still lingers in the doorway, eyes drifting to find J, head tipping to the side.
"Sorry for the door. I wasn't sure if —" You could walk yet. "I mean, I'm not going to come in unless it's okay."
There's something under her arm, a small, wrapped bundle. The paper looks like it was torn out of a notebook, stippled with small pink lines and flowers. A long, sparkly bottle pokes out of her jacket pocket, clearly filched from the bar.
"But I brought something for you."
She's trying not to show the trepidation she feels. It's not what needs focus now. But her voice is still breathy, uncertain.
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Alice taps at the door around midday, hesitates a moment (listening) before quietly spelling the lock. It slides open before her, but she still lingers in the doorway, eyes drifting to find J, head tipping to the side.
"Sorry for the door. I wasn't sure if —" You could walk yet. "I mean, I'm not going to come in unless it's okay."
There's something under her arm, a small, wrapped bundle. The paper looks like it was torn out of a notebook, stippled with small pink lines and flowers. A long, sparkly bottle pokes out of her jacket pocket, clearly filched from the bar.
"But I brought something for you."
She's trying not to show the trepidation she feels. It's not what needs focus now. But her voice is still breathy, uncertain.