She had turned to regard the man who had spoken in a swirl of skirts, her own smile fading at its edges before vanishing completely, a bewildered gape left in its wake. Her eyes grew large, and she scarcely noticed the the way the sky of the tent darkened with furious storm clouds. And there they stood, directly opposite one another as thunder roared above them; she could not find words, not right away, and so he was the first to speak, his harsh tone causing her to flinch slightly.
Not that she expected anything less, of course. THe knowlege that his anger was well-deserved did not make it any easier... how long had it been? To look at him, it seemed not even a day had passed, but her heart could account for every day, every hour they had spent apart. Almost without her consent her feet moved to bring her towards him before she caught herself and stopped, the movement uncharacteristically clumsy. Even though his eyes were hardened ice she could not look away, and she had to swallow around a lump in her throat before she could even allow his name to fall from her lips, which it did in a strained whisper.
"...I... I work here now," she said softly, and almost wanted to laugh at the bewilderingly small odds that would lead to this moment. Was this a dream?
"I didn't know you were here," she tried to assure him, though her tone more than implied that she was glad to see him.