Mira's soaked when she comes in; her parents have already texted her to make sure she got home all right, because the wind is ridiculous, the rain coming down in buckets.
They're over at a friend's house, celebrating the visit of a mutual acquaintance from overseas, and that means it could be any time between now and daylight when they come home from catching up.
She's tired, though, and all she wants to do is drop her shit in the middle of the floor.
Instead she hears the sound of soft voices and freezes, leaning toward the doorway of the kitchen to see what's going on.
Gabe, backed up against the counter, looking wide-eyed at a slim, cute bleached-blonde boy with his hands against the counter, inches away, looking right back. She can't help but be amused, and also a little surprised.
Mira leans her hip against the doorway and watches them quietly for a minute before clearing her throat, smirking.
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Date: 2015-09-10 05:20 pm (UTC)They're over at a friend's house, celebrating the visit of a mutual acquaintance from overseas, and that means it could be any time between now and daylight when they come home from catching up.
She's tired, though, and all she wants to do is drop her shit in the middle of the floor.
Instead she hears the sound of soft voices and freezes, leaning toward the doorway of the kitchen to see what's going on.
Gabe, backed up against the counter, looking wide-eyed at a slim, cute bleached-blonde boy with his hands against the counter, inches away, looking right back.
She can't help but be amused, and also a little surprised.
Mira leans her hip against the doorway and watches them quietly for a minute before clearing her throat, smirking.