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soundsfamiliar (soundsfamiliar) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Katie got a sheepish expression on her face; she had hoped to be in and out quickly. She had been leaning against the counter, trying to put words to paper in a note for Oliver, but all she had ended up doing was flipping page after page in a notebook she had brought with her. "I listened to the game on the wireless... I thought maybe you'd like some cookies. I don't mean to intrude; I know we just saw each other the other day," she said, and pointed to the plate of cookies.

Katie knew Oliver like eclairs, but she couldn't make those and didn't want to run all over London. Perhaps that was selfish of her. She put down her pen, and fidgeted with the hem of her shorts, which were slightly longer than her sleeping shorts. Katie did not expect to get caught, if she had, she would have worn something different. She also didn't know if she should leave right then or wait for him to say something.

"I'm sorry about the game."