Who: Savannah, Nathan Where: The Sullivans House When: Post-Snow War What: Warming up, getting reacquainted Rating: PG Status: Complete
"Come on in!" Savannah called over her shoulder, discarding her snow-covered winter ensemble at the front door. Her boots were left on the rubber mat, while her coat and scarf found their way to the coat tree a bit further inside.
The Sullivans had a nice, modest home. It was decorated sparsely but in good taste, and although the three bedroom home did not place among the largest houses in town, it was both open and looked comfortable.
Savannah made a beeline for the kitchen, just visible beyond the front door. Occasionally, one might catch a glimpse of her as she bustled about the kitchen. There was water on the stove, already boiling, but she also took down mugs and cocoa.
Once the kitchen seemed prepped and ready, she returned to the front room to check on her guest. Apparently, she had also found time to brush out her dark hair and reapply her make-up; although she didn't wear much and her cheeks were still rosy, their fling in the snow had been energetic -- and wet -- enough to require a bit of touch up.