[ she'd forgotten how nice his eyes are too. it's only been a few weeks and yet everything feels new again, like any progress they'd made in their time together was put on pause and is still trying to catch up. the way she wants to both kiss him senseless and run right out of the building speaks volumes of the way he still affects her when their eyes meet and time seems to stop.
she'd missed this. the feeling of falling for someone, the excitement and thrill mixed with sheer terror and a yearning for something she hasn't had in so long. and even though her anxiety is trying to tell her there isn't a hope in hell of this working out, she remembers all those time loops and the way she now knows without a shred of doubt who daniel sousa is, and she tells that anxiety to shut the hell up.
he starts to move toward her and her heartbeat quickens, her pulse racing at all the possibilities — and then that smell reaches her as well. it really is hard not to laugh at the way he rushes, but she does her very best.
rather than continue standing in the hall waiting for an express invitation, she hesitantly enters the apartment, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. with a cursory glance around, she notes the open window and walks to it, carefully setting the plant down on the nearest flat surface. then she takes a moment to make sure the window is open as far as it can go before turning back and moving to the edge of the kitchen with a cautiously curious expression. ]
Anything I can do to help? [ he's already burned something, so whatever her disastrous skills can manage surely has to be better than that. right? ]
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she'd missed this. the feeling of falling for someone, the excitement and thrill mixed with sheer terror and a yearning for something she hasn't had in so long. and even though her anxiety is trying to tell her there isn't a hope in hell of this working out, she remembers all those time loops and the way she now knows without a shred of doubt who daniel sousa is, and she tells that anxiety to shut the hell up.
he starts to move toward her and her heartbeat quickens, her pulse racing at all the possibilities — and then that smell reaches her as well. it really is hard not to laugh at the way he rushes, but she does her very best.
rather than continue standing in the hall waiting for an express invitation, she hesitantly enters the apartment, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. with a cursory glance around, she notes the open window and walks to it, carefully setting the plant down on the nearest flat surface. then she takes a moment to make sure the window is open as far as it can go before turning back and moving to the edge of the kitchen with a cautiously curious expression. ]
Anything I can do to help? [ he's already burned something, so whatever her disastrous skills can manage surely has to be better than that. right? ]