[ It's... different. Things are different. It's nothing she's willing to put words to, yet, and sometimes it feels like if she spends too much time thinking about it, she'll jinx the whole thing, but... it's something.
That smile is something.
She crosses the threshold, setting the bag to the side while she gets in order: jacket off, helmet off, loose pigtails wound back up into their usual buns, shoes off. As she goes through the process, she continues: ] If I'd been in a hurry, I would have gotten here before you. Obviously.
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[ It's... different. Things are different. It's nothing she's willing to put words to, yet, and sometimes it feels like if she spends too much time thinking about it, she'll jinx the whole thing, but... it's something.
That smile is something.
She crosses the threshold, setting the bag to the side while she gets in order: jacket off, helmet off, loose pigtails wound back up into their usual buns, shoes off. As she goes through the process, she continues: ] If I'd been in a hurry, I would have gotten here before you. Obviously.