Re: Quicklog: Ceil/Daniel
[She makes a quick tour of the shop and its new collection of dust, before running up the stairs, full-tilt, toward Daniel's door. She only stops outside of it, so she doesn't smack into it, and even then, it's a formality. Her momentum gets her inside. She's surprised, because it's pretty dark. It's only been a couple months, but everything (that she can see) looks so different. In her yoga capris and tank top, she twists her fingers together. Her hair is loose, wild pink, and it bounces when she does.] It is me. [She smiles openly.] It is you. [It's too dark for her to tell if he looks worse or better than before. Eagerly, on her toes, like it'll help her see over his shoulder:] Are you making dinner?