Sindre had spent the past few weeks trying very desperately to ignore the lack of twins, in particular, one twin. He'd been trying to live in the Now and not think about it, think about the things that happened between them, and the day he found her at his place with his best friend. And when she arrived, Sindre nearly fell out of his chair and was utterly surprised to hear from her.
So obviously, the smart thing to do was to go meet her for coffee. Right. He'd preened in the mirror for a couple seconds, and pulled on clothes that made reasonable sense for a male of his stature to wear, though what little actual Boy Clothes he had were several shades of eye-bleedingly bright, so when he showed up, he was wearing scruffy blue Vans, a pair of black jeans, and a pink button up shirt with a red tie that wasn't tied right, with buttons hanging off it. His backpack was over one shoulder, and he had on several rings.
"Sorry I'm late, I was tripping over myself to get here," Sindre smiled briefly when he slid into a chair, a clove cigarette burning between his gloss-lined lips. "So, you just got here?"