[Instinctively, his head lifts slightly at the familiar voice - the one that he knows isn't supposed to be familiar, not yet, but has become the one he often hopes to hear the most on days like these. He barely has time to try to steal a glance of her over his shoulder before she reaches her arm over.
His gaze follows her as she steps around to the unoccupied side of the table, a soft smile gradually forming as she does so.]
I'd like to think it isn't quite so rare.
[And his smile spreads, warming and touching his eyes as it does.]
I always find myself hoping you'll show up, on these days.
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His gaze follows her as she steps around to the unoccupied side of the table, a soft smile gradually forming as she does so.]
I'd like to think it isn't quite so rare.
[And his smile spreads, warming and touching his eyes as it does.]
I always find myself hoping you'll show up, on these days.