[ It seems a little excessive to him to offer back an Sure, but he does so anyway before setting of.
And true to his word he arrives within an hour making good time because of how little traffic there is (and because he might have driven a little faster than the posted speed limit as per usual). ]
[ Lottie is true to her word when she says she'll be out there, even if it's five minutes later than she promised. Why? She's trying to walk as carefully as she can with two cups of coffee in hand from her front door, a pretty (as pretty the selection can be here, is) bag tucked in her elbow. ]
Excited much?
[ Not as much as she is, buzzing to give him his gift. She takes a sip of one cup (iced, cold with condensation), lets the other warm her hand, untouched. ]
[ He could definitely acknowledge it. She's actually kind of peeved he hadn't already but that's fine— Cassian is allowed to play demure and mindful, so she shakes the cup. ]
I was craving some coffee and figured I'd get you something, out of the kindness of my heart.
[ She smiles, all sparkly, as she adjusts some things to hand it over. Watching (with those big old eyes) him to see his reaction, if she got the kind of caf he'd like right. ]
The surprise is actually in the bag. Needed something to hide it from you.
[ And though his tone remains as dry as ever the smile he gives her doesn't match. Nor is it the typical ghost of a smile that he's so used to giving like the effort is simply too much for someone as tired as he is. Rather, there's warmth there. Nothing quite as sparkly as hers, of course, but warm nonetheless as he reaches for the warm cup, relishing the warmth that begins to seep into his skin.
How he takes his caf isn't technically that difficult to guess if you look at him: black, no sugar. So often it's the easiest and simplest thin to prepare when you have little time. From across the rim of his cup the corners of his eyes crinkle teasingly. ]
[ She was totally fretting about actually needing a reason, but Lottie decided to try and not worry too much. Which— is kind of hard for someone as antsy as herself but it gets easier, seeing his reaction. The dry but warm way he speaks, familiar enough that she's relaxing already (his smile, too— accomplishment soars through her).
Happy she's played it cool, happy he's enjoying the very dark, very black, coffee. From across the rim of her own cup, she raises her brows playfully. ]
I can go back upstairs if you want me to find one.
[ But perhaps it goes unsaid and from his surprise from earlier that he hadn't been expecting it. Not that he didn't think her incapable of care; he knew she did, in her own Lottie-way. If she didn't, she probably would have made herself scarce after the state they'd been in after ridding themselves of their hitchhikers.
That she keeps showing up speaks volumes to him. Which is why the longer he stands here with the coffee in his hand it occurs to him that his heart is warmed by the fact that she's gone through all this effort. Amusement continues to pepper his voice. ]
I wouldn't make you walk back up the stairs just for that.
[ It's cheeky, the soft squint of her eyes at him, like she doesn't quite believe those words. Goes hmmm as she sips at her too creamy coffee and lets it go because yeah, he wouldn't. She wouldn't even try and do it for the bit, either, historically a little too lazy to commit to a joke like that.
But she did commit to the present— which is something she hands over to him. There's a good chunk of paper filling (lavender in shade) to hide what's inside: a mini paper moon lantern. Reminiscent of the ones throughout street windows and inside cars. Along lampposts and inside the windows of even the rooms behind them. It's clearly handmade— another Lottie-ism in that she could've stole one but didn't want to seem cheap.
Or worse, like she didn't care. Which is why he even sped over here for the most vague gift in the world at her simple demand makes her feel just as giddy as she does bashful, offering it. It feels all worth it, in a way. ]
I mean, I thought about making you walk upstairs to get that, but then I was like, it wouldn't even make a lot of sense if I said I'd meet you down here, anyway, so..
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i mean, do you want me to come to you? Lol
i can mail it if you rlyy want
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Are you busy is that why you want me to come to you?
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suing you for slander
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your car is just faster ☺️
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Aren't you worried that I'll put whatever it is in the wrong spot?
[ He knows your ways, Lottie. ]
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obvi i'm gonna be there to place it myself
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i already have it pictured in my mind
it'll look AMAZING!
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Yes??
You said you had something for me.
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lol
if you want me to come over just say so
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Didn't you say it was going in my window?
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what ELSE has windows dummy
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Why didn't you just say it was for my car?
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what part of surprise don't you understand??
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[ Except the minute he types it out he stares at his reply before immediately deleting it with the deepest, world weary sigh. ]
So I'm still coming over to get my surprise then?
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ofc! <3
what's your eta?
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Does that work for you?
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text me when you're outside!
i'll come down and meet you
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And true to his word he arrives within an hour making good time because of how little traffic there is (and because he might have driven a little faster than the posted speed limit as per usual). ]
I'm here.
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Excited much?
[ Not as much as she is, buzzing to give him his gift. She takes a sip of one cup (iced, cold with condensation), lets the other warm her hand, untouched. ]
You're here early.
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Traffic wasn't that bad.
[ There's no point in not acknowledging the coffee. It is right there. ]
I'm guessing this isn't the surprise.
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I was craving some coffee and figured I'd get you something, out of the kindness of my heart.
[ She smiles, all sparkly, as she adjusts some things to hand it over. Watching (with those big old eyes) him to see his reaction, if she got the kind of caf he'd like right. ]
The surprise is actually in the bag. Needed something to hide it from you.
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[ And though his tone remains as dry as ever the smile he gives her doesn't match. Nor is it the typical ghost of a smile that he's so used to giving like the effort is simply too much for someone as tired as he is. Rather, there's warmth there. Nothing quite as sparkly as hers, of course, but warm nonetheless as he reaches for the warm cup, relishing the warmth that begins to seep into his skin.
How he takes his caf isn't technically that difficult to guess if you look at him: black, no sugar. So often it's the easiest and simplest thin to prepare when you have little time. From across the rim of his cup the corners of his eyes crinkle teasingly. ]
A surprise and caf? What's the occasion?
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[ She was totally fretting about actually needing a reason, but Lottie decided to try and not worry too much. Which— is kind of hard for someone as antsy as herself but it gets easier, seeing his reaction. The dry but warm way he speaks, familiar enough that she's relaxing already (his smile, too— accomplishment soars through her).
Happy she's played it cool, happy he's enjoying the very dark, very black, coffee. From across the rim of her own cup, she raises her brows playfully. ]
I can go back upstairs if you want me to find one.
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[ But perhaps it goes unsaid and from his surprise from earlier that he hadn't been expecting it. Not that he didn't think her incapable of care; he knew she did, in her own Lottie-way. If she didn't, she probably would have made herself scarce after the state they'd been in after ridding themselves of their hitchhikers.
That she keeps showing up speaks volumes to him. Which is why the longer he stands here with the coffee in his hand it occurs to him that his heart is warmed by the fact that she's gone through all this effort. Amusement continues to pepper his voice. ]
I wouldn't make you walk back up the stairs just for that.
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But she did commit to the present— which is something she hands over to him. There's a good chunk of paper filling (lavender in shade) to hide what's inside: a mini paper moon lantern. Reminiscent of the ones throughout street windows and inside cars. Along lampposts and inside the windows of even the rooms behind them. It's clearly handmade— another Lottie-ism in that she could've stole one but didn't want to seem cheap.
Or worse, like she didn't care. Which is why he even sped over here for the most vague gift in the world at her simple demand makes her feel just as giddy as she does bashful, offering it. It feels all worth it, in a way. ]
I mean, I thought about making you walk upstairs to get that, but then I was like, it wouldn't even make a lot of sense if I said I'd meet you down here, anyway, so..
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🎀🥺 wrap on yours?
yessss 🎀🥺