[ She hears the voice while she's taking another sip and it makes her still, slowly lowering the mug back to the bar top. She swallows the drink hard and looks over, half expecting (and hoping or fearing) she had just imagined that. But she wasn't. There was Frank, hands raised like he had done in her apartment ages ago. Or it felt like it had been that long.
She stares at him, wide-eyed and unable to really process it. He was here, too? ]
hello hello~
She stares at him, wide-eyed and unable to really process it. He was here, too? ]
Holy shit...
[ Yeah, her response isn't much better. ]