Padraig's head whipped around and he saw Euterpe standing there above him. He stayed right where he was, sort of afraid to move. God she was beautiful, even when she was glaring daggers at him.
"N-no, that's- That sounds good," he said, floundering for words and emotions both at the same time. He hadn't seen her in October and the urge to go hug her was so overwhelming he felt his muscles twitch.