Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
While the knock or the door hadn't been enough to wake her, Delaney's touches certainly were. Starting slightly, Maeve's eyes opened wide before she sat up and tried to quickly comprehend her surroundings and unexpected company. It took a moment for her aggressive expression to soften but it did, fading into a small smile of embarrassment. "Sorry," she muttered, hopping off her stool and trying to straighten herself, tugging on her apron and running a hand through her hair.