Re: Log: Jeremiah M+Hannah S+Jamie M+Si M Hannah was last.
She wasn't last on purpose, but it worked out that way. Albin was opening an office in the facility, in the rented space there, and it would be really, really nice not to need to commute and commute and commute, but it meant she was doing a lot of back and forth lately, and most of it for nothing. She knew she was going to be doing something with dreams, but she didn't know what yet. It wasn't going to be coffee or answering phones, or maybe it would be, but it wouldn't be that exclusively, and it kind of had her head spinning in messy circles that teetered here and teetered there. Too, there was Pippin and the conversation they'd had, and she hadn't talk to Jeremiah about that yet. Lastly, she couldn't remember if he was Hugh or Jeremiah, and which one was a fake name, and if he'd ever told her that, and she'd seen all the things on the news. She didn't know if Si or Jamie watched things about celebrities, but they were sure to recognize Jeremiah's face if they did, and then they'd know he was tangle-tight in a murder, and Hannah was running late.
She had the driver from Albin drop her in front of the mansion, and Amy had grown up with money, and Marcus had been rich, rich, drowning in it, and she thought Jeremiah's house beautiful, but she didn't look at it dazed or awed anymore. She just thanked the driver and ran toward the door. She pulled her heels off as she went, and she was barefoot by the time she reached the still-open door. Her hair was coming loose of a previously neat chignon, and she dropped her shoes just inside as she kissed each of her brothers on a cheek. Kiss, kiss, and then one on Jeremiah's jaw, and then she crouched to call for Heart and the dog's requisite ear scratches. "Hi," she said, looking up and unaware of the tensions in the room.