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( The sun has yet to fully sink beneath the horizon, casting long shadows across sandy shores and glistening gold against the rolling ocean. Slowly, promenade lights begin to twinkle and the sounds of pairs of footsteps making their way along the raised wooden path to Galdin Quay's famous restaurant thunders above her head. The scent of salt across the breeze a familiar tang in the back of her throat as she breathes deep. This place hums with life and warmth, from the mutterings of couples on the boardwalk above to the rumble of waves against the shoreline.
She's never done well with waiting, pacing back and forth along the sand with hands threaded behind her back, shoes dangling off fingers as she passes by dining tables and chances a glance at the car park, searching for a familiar car or a silhouette which remains burned into her memory, even after months of being too busy to be in the same place. Each movement enough to draw the attention of warm brown eyes, and most of them earning nothing but a soft tsk under her breath and the pull of lips to one side in dissatisfaction when it isn't him.
Until, eventually, it is, and her heart jumps in that way it always does, brows raised slightly in surprise. Sometimes luck can be on their side, this isn't a meeting destined to be delayed on one end or another by politics or assisting forces greater than themselves. )
Thought I was going to spend the night with the seafood.
( A smile crosses her lips when he's finally by her side, but then, it always does when he's there. )
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