Quicklog: Sadie and Misha
The hour went by fast, but meticulously going over the recipe for sweet tea and making sure got it just right proved to be an excellent time killer. Add to that that Sadie, suddenly aware she was about to have company, realized she needed to clean her trailer up some. There were bits of clothes, spare violin strings, and the ever important iPod she needed to carefully put away. Then she had to get out all the nail polish, lining it up on the counter. The whole thing left her looking a little red-faced when she caught the knock on her trailer door.
Her smile, bright and taking up the lower half of her face, was right there waiting to greet Misha and it was followed up immediately thereafter by a carefully placed hug.
Hugging on the regular like, much akin to the way she didn't hide her accent as much anymore, or worry about her words and instead trusted in herself not to do the thing she sometimes did, were things that Repose had helped bring back into her life. Most importantly though, at least to Sadie, were friends like the one standing here right now.
"Come on it." She stepped back, making a silly sweeping gesture with her hands. "Yer timin's 'bout as good as it gets. The tea should be cool enough and ready for some ice."