Stephanie Mariana Clarity Fawcett is quirky. (impermanence) wrote in wished,
The day, as far as Stephanie's standards went, was very fulfilling and utterly unreproducible. It was just one of those perfect days. There were perfect moments like a Paris in the spring at sunrise, or sitting by the fire with a cup of blueberry tea wrapped up in a blanket on a snowy winter evening...but that day had been full of perfect moments. From the way the sun fell onto the pavement and her shoulders, warming her through, the looks on people's faces as they watched her art come to life on the sidewalk, and the utter sereneness in her mind as she worked...it had been flawless.
Of course, then Stephen had to call her Phanny and she'd been momentarily upset...until he mentioned tea. Steph couldn't help forgiving him so easily. Anyone else she would be sore at for quite some time, but Stephen could get out of it. She had wanted to see him anyway, so even though she tried to keep a scowl on her features, she failed. By the time she left her flat, she was smiling again.
She apparated part of the way, and walked the rest, simply because she liked walking. Plus, it was just as nice of an evening as it had been an afternoon. It didn't take too long for her to get to his flat, honestly. She knocked and let herself right in, greeted not by a hello, but with the response only a Seer would say when you hadn't said when you thought you might arrive.
She grinned a bit and unhooked her hands from her vest pockets, "You know me, Stephen. Time is pretty much meaningless. But I did get momentarily distracted when I stepped in gum. No worries. I got it off," she babbled happily as she entered his flat and took up her usual seat where her tea was awaiting her.
Not even bothering to ask if it was hers, just knowing, she picked it up and took a sip, humming appreciatively, "Best tea ever, that is. This mostly makes up for the Phanny comment."