Pasithea had, for quite some time now, been presented as a Grace.
It may have a lie, perhaps, that made her Love's attendant - a tiny (white) lie and nothing more - but it was a harmless one. She had, after all, walked the same soft paths that her unsisters had. Had bowed low and murmured soothing pleasantries, though she hardly had the head for them. She knew what was expected of her, and though she was not - and never had been - particularly successful at being much of anything that she wasn't, she was rather good at being what she had been made.
It still, however, leaked its way through the cracks of her : She could never seem to look at anyone, to pin her attention in precisely one place. Her gaze flitted and skipped, only very briefly alighted upon. And she got caught up at corners instead.
And he was a corner, if you would. A place where the long, daytime shadows bent themselves quite accommodatingly. She had seen him before, of course. The stairs had given themselves to a groove of him on more than one occasion. But this time he looked like the moments between adrift and ashore. Heavy with a weighted waiting and her attention - normally such a fickle thing, momentary and mercurial - found itself rather affixed.
Pasithea blinked at the back of the his head, lost in a brief internal debate before slanted herself forward with a great deal of curiosity and what could, perhaps, be considered a curious lack of propriety. But there was little sense in delaying once a decision had been arrived upon. One could get lost endlessly in procrastination if one was not careful.
After all, a debate could be made for any of a number of options. For instance: Did one simply l i n g e r ? Or should one forward to tap the other person on the shoulder? (And what if the other person didn't appreciate being tapped?) It was messy. But her attention demanded it and it was often best to just get these things over with.
"Hello," she said. Then, with a raised finger and the lilting curiosity of the reluctantly interrupting, "Is someone late?"