Right. Okay. [Deep breath, Rebecca. Calm the fuck down.]
I'll let you know how it goes, one way or another. [And she swallows hard, ignoring the high strung feeling of need just a moment longer to grab him by the shirt and pull him to her for a prickly, nippy sort of kiss in which lingers a great handful of emotions that can be sorted out later. And as quick as she pulled him in, she peels back.]
See you soon. [And she'll dart off towards the doors, pulling up her hoodie and rubbing dirt into smears across her skin in an idle attempt to look a little less put together; she bangs on two sets of doors, progressing along them like anyone desperate for refuge would.]