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Melinda Bobbin (_melinda_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

A knock on the door had Melinda stop and lean back so she could see who it was. She hoped, of course, that it was Oliver, but she had set the wards to him briefly making her dread that some customer with a way after last minute order for something he or she had forgotten. That dread, however, vanished the moment she saw Oliver through the glass, the look of concern on her face instantly replaced by a bright smile as she rested the bowl of fudge filling on her hip and went out to meet him.

“The door’s open,” she chuckled finding herself thrilled to see him and unable to look away again. He looked good, casual, and still making her feel underdressed in her regular work wear (her double breasted chef’s jacket that had been taken in to fit her, over her black and white checkered dress). Drawing in a deep breath to get her mind back on track. She didn’t have a plan for tonight, hadn’t thought past seeing Oliver again, not what to do when he was actually. “Hi,” she smiled, reaching out to take his hand and lean up to kiss his cheek just a little closer to his lips than what might have been appropriate. “Come in? I just need to put away some bowls then we can…” she pursed her lips then shrugged, because this was new to her, not knowing exactly what to do, but it also felt a little liberating… and exciting. “Have you had dinner?”