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Re: Starbucks: Hal/Lucy
[Had he always been this charming? Probably. She'd had a raging crush on him since she was about five, had told him with a child's seriousness she'd marry him one day. Her crush on him through the bulk of her adolescence hadn't faded, but she had recognized its hopelessness. She had even, to her great pleasure, come to terms with it. Like adults came to terms with things.
But now she was here. With him. As an adult. Hell yes.
She spun at his request, trying not to laugh at how silly it was. She succeeded, mostly, just grinning instead. It wasn't like she was wearing anything too exciting. Knee high boots with wicked heels, skinny jeans (her smallest pair, thank you kindly, that did excellent things for her butt), a sweater with a lacy cami underneath. She liked clothes and liked looking good, and she was suddenly excessively grateful for that preference.
Revolution complete, she threw her arms around his neck, giving him the sort of full-bodied hug reserved for beloved family, close friends, and lovers.] It's good to see you. [Drawing back, still smiling.] Did you want a coffee? I already had a coffee, but I could have another. If you're going to have coffee. [She couldn't stop her eyes from jumping to his hands - they were very nice hands. She wanted to see his ring. Then she flushed, embarrassed. He probably wouldn't appreciate that.]