That's the first thing Maeve thinks when she opens the door and Steve is on the other side in his suit, his hair kind of perfect, like it always is, smelling vaguely of cigarette smoke. She knows a lot of people don't like the smell, but she does, had been smoking out the window of her bedroom herself half an hour before, and she smiles at him, stepping to the side so he can come in. They'll have a few minutes, she knows, before their car gets here, and she still needs to grab a few things.
"Hi," she says, biting her thumbnail as she looks at him, her expression almost shy. Then she wrinkles her nose, squinting a little, and grins. "You look really good."
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That's the first thing Maeve thinks when she opens the door and Steve is on the other side in his suit, his hair kind of perfect, like it always is, smelling vaguely of cigarette smoke. She knows a lot of people don't like the smell, but she does, had been smoking out the window of her bedroom herself half an hour before, and she smiles at him, stepping to the side so he can come in. They'll have a few minutes, she knows, before their car gets here, and she still needs to grab a few things.
"Hi," she says, biting her thumbnail as she looks at him, her expression almost shy. Then she wrinkles her nose, squinting a little, and grins. "You look really good."