She puts the band she'd been planning to put her hair up with back down on her dresser and, stepping toward the door, wishes it had a peephole she could look through.
Not many people know what room to find her in. She assumes it's somebody knocking on the wrong door, but it could be something to do with the bartending staff.
She opens the door, and her jaw drops. "Vincent!"
Pulling the door open the rest of the way, she walks right up to him and, with grand disregard for his usual formality, hugs the daylights out of him.
And the apology she gives him for it stays unspoken. It's possible she's never been so happy to their stoic Vincent, and she can't quite bring herself to apologize vocally for it.
She makes up for it by not hugging him too long.
"Come in," she tells him as she takes a step back. She almost can't believe he's here, but she's selfishly so glad he is. "How'd you know I was here? When did you get back?"
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She puts the band she'd been planning to put her hair up with back down on her dresser and, stepping toward the door, wishes it had a peephole she could look through.
Not many people know what room to find her in. She assumes it's somebody knocking on the wrong door, but it could be something to do with the bartending staff.
She opens the door, and her jaw drops. "Vincent!"
Pulling the door open the rest of the way, she walks right up to him and, with grand disregard for his usual formality, hugs the daylights out of him.
And the apology she gives him for it stays unspoken. It's possible she's never been so happy to their stoic Vincent, and she can't quite bring herself to apologize vocally for it.
She makes up for it by not hugging him too long.
"Come in," she tells him as she takes a step back. She almost can't believe he's here, but she's selfishly so glad he is. "How'd you know I was here? When did you get back?"