*Immediately tears himself away and makes out that he was admiring the architecture of the lobby the whole time.*
*Swallows thickly as he experiences a sensation that can only be likened to his heart doing flip-flops in his chest (you're here), and internally debates the merits of striking up a conversation because on the one hand you clearly don't know who he is (you're actually here), so where's the harm? On the other hand, it should probably stay that way given what he did to you last time around, (but at least you're here) and can't quite believe that he almost didn't recognise you (but sweet Manwë on a pogo stick, it is you and you're here and you're beautiful and you seem happy and, and...)*
*Clamps a hand on his leg to stop it from twitching.*