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Sydney Ella Johnson // Cinderella (herstiletto) wrote in musingslogs,

Sydney was sitting with her back to the planter that hid Angie, so she had no idea the girl was there. Perhaps normally she might have been more on her toes, but with the Mad Hatter's unknown interference in her life, she'd lost some of her well-bred worry and constant surveillance that came naturally to her normally.

"Yes!" She said, excited. She hadn't gone paintballing in ages. "You haven't gone? Oh Matt, we've got to go. It's so much fun. And I know we've both got great aim, so it should be a challenge." She laughed at his comment about gray hair. "I think you'd look smashing with some gray at the temples," she said, with a small grin. Her hand reached out across the table, easily crossing the small distance between them (the tables were really only meant for holding coffees on) and her fingers brushed the hair at his temples lightly.

Then she pulled back. "I guess I should be worried about aging, though. I've taken for granted looking like a twenty-something year old. I'm going to get wrinkly and old and fat, probably." She made a face, but to be honest, she was sort of excited about it. She wondered if she'd have kids one day here, and be able to raise them and be a weathered old grandmother who baked them cookies and babysat for them.