Garcia had been making tea with plans to spike theirs with vodka later on. She'd composed herself after crying on Reid for a while, and then realized she had to go home and doll herself up. She'd stayed with the same dress - a LBD with a red cardigan and red fuck me heels - that she'd worn to work, and refreshed her makeup. Her hair was down and newly curled when she opened the door.
"Hi," she murmured. It took her breath away almost; he was so much like her Luc, so much like the man she'd genuinely, honestly fallen in love with, that it was all she could do to keep from throwing her arms around his neck and snogging him hard. Instead, she stepped back a little, chuckling at how awkward it was.