GU: Destin and Steph
Things were different yes and while the hotline to omniscience was remarkably silent on how things were different, it was there, lurking in the back of his awareness like fog.
And then she was there.
It wasn't like that point in movies where the interest showed up and the music began to play but for a seconds, all awareness of the phone dropped and his focus was solely on her. Not that he could see her - never could, he was sure of that - but he could smell her. Listen to the joy in her voice, caught the scent of fresh nail polish and what she was using for shampoo and conditioner this week - and smiled, actual teeth shown (and yes, maybe it hurt his face a little bit) before it settled into something easier.
"Hey," he started, a slow slur of syllables as a little weight eased off his own shoulders and - no, no, there were definitely not any little blue birds singing around his head thank you very much. "You look -" but he couldn't see, not really, though he knew that she's pretty, and where her hair was, and what color she painted her toe nails, and that she was in a skirt and a top that left her arms bare. He couldn't say that though. "Um, you smell really good." And as soon as it was out, he groaned inwardly. Nice.