http://olyabird.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] olyabird.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] notabricklayer 2010-10-15 06:09 am (UTC)

She glances out the window, and for a moment, the distance she swathed herself in returns.

"I've seen it snow here. Scottish Highlands. It gets cold enough."

When she looks back at him, her expression warms and that distance recedes, like the fog from the Bay melting away in the noon day sun.

"Are we eating in here? Or -- where?"

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