savvy arcadia ( telepath & witch ) . (beforeyouspeak) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-08-05 15:24:00 |
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Who: Savvy and Evan.
Where: Savvy’s apartment.
When: Late afternoon.
Savvy had one thought as she was looking out the window at the heavy sheets of pouring rain, her phone still clasped in her hands: I hope Evan has a car.
Well, actually, Savvy had more than a dozen trains of thought going at any one time, all of them in that current moment her own, which made a pleasant change, but that one was first and foremost. Had she knows it was raining that hard when she’d agreed on her apartment for the venue for the afternoon’s -- and evening’s? Savvy realised what time it was after the fact -- entertainment? If she had, she hadn’t thought to ask Evan if he would be all right getting over to her place, or even if he would be okay getting from wherever he parked his car to the building entrance. The way things were shaping up, she thought as she angled her gaze upward to the rain-heavy clouds above, he might need a boat. Briefly, she debated sending him a text saying as much, but at the last moment decided against it. It wouldn’t take him long to get over here, at least if the traffic was reasonable -- not that she knew exactly where he lived or anything, because she didn’t -- and she had a little cleaning up to do.
Right. No time to waste. No time like the present. One of those was fitting, she was sure, or maybe both. Both would do. Decisively, she set her phone down on the coffee table to the side of a few open sketchbooks and started the tidying process. There were no dishes in the sink for a change -- gasp! -- and the kitchen in and of itself was pretty neat, she realised with a somewhat self-satisfied smile. Her bedroom wasn’t really an issue, but she gave that a quick going over anyway, tossing dirty clothes in the laundry basket and making the bed itself, and then she was moving on to the bathroom. There were no feminine hygiene products on display. Okay. Good. That was the main thing. Other than that, she wasn’t about to get down on her hands and knees and scrub the tiles. Sorry, Evan, but she wouldn’t even go to those sorts of lengths for her mother, if the older Arcadia woman ever got it in her head to visit, and that wasn’t likely in the least. That just left the living area, and it was only really a matter of putting the cushions back on the couch, picking up the scattered DVD cases from the movies she’d half-watched after getting home from work the last week or so, arranging the magazines and books under the coffee table, and giving everything one last looking over.
All right. Everything looked good. Savvy gave a firm single nod, hands on her hips, and then had a sudden thought. Oh snap, did she even have any refreshments in the apartment? The last thing she wanted to do was welcome Evan into her home and tell him sorry, it was tap water or air on the menu. When she opened the refrigerator, she felt a sense of relief when she saw the soda and milk -- still within date, and it passed the sniff test, thank goodness -- and juice. Oh hey, when had she bought juice? Pulling it out and checking the label, she saw that was in date too. Huh. Awesome. Mysterious juice was a go, if Evan wanted it. A glance in the cupboard showed her she had tea and plenty of coffee, even hot chocolate if that was his thing. As well as they got along, Savvy had to admit she didn’t know much about this guy she’d met in the middle of the comic book store, certainly not what he liked to drink, or if he had any allergies. It was a good thing, she thought with another feeling of relief, that she had plenty of options available.
Okay. Well. There wasn’t really much to do but wait for him to get here now, Savvy reasoned, so she might as well make a few last minute arrangements. So it was over to the TV she went, making sure her connections were easy to reach and she had a selection of games -- both classic and more recent -- on show for Evan to browse through. Her consoles were neat and tidy as well, some of the first things she had unpacked when she’d reached the apartment -- what? Savvy had her priorities straight -- and the controllers just needed plugging in after they’d decided what to play.
Savvy plunked herself down on the carpet in front of the TV to wait, her gaze wandering to the window and the rain streaking down it in fat streams.