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Stefan Ionescu [the frog prince] (unimpressive) wrote in bellumlogs,

The seconds that ticked by after his knock were some of the longest of his life. Brow furrowed and jaw tight, he was the picture of nervousness. The expression froze for a split second at the opening of the door, melting away immediately once he saw her, a near blinding smile taking its place. Stefan was barely concerned with how casually she was dressed (she looked great but he was sure she'd look perfect in anything, be it ballgown, paper bag, or burlap sack). She did looked a little tired, but only just. She still was ready for their date, with a smile even, and he took it to be a good sign.

"I've been better," he admitted sheepishly, briefly thinking about all the tension brewing around the apartment recently. "Things started to really look up... well, right about when you opened the door." He waited until the she slipped on the coat completely and offered her his arm. He gave a quick glance back in the direction of the elevator, which was thankfully still waiting for him. So far it was in a cooperative mood, and he hoped it continued. "How've you been?"