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signed_sabrina) wrote2019-09-23 09:17 pm
signed_sabrina) wrote2019-09-23 09:17 pm
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Sabrina parts ways with her familiar not far from Rosie's apartment building, both of them in the understanding that the next conversation is for the two girls alone. The evening is muggier than she'd like, and she's not entirely certain whether they ought to go for a walk, or whether they should stay here. Or-- she's just not sure how to proceed here.
It had been so much easier when talking to Nick, somehow.
After a moment or two of hesitating in front of the door, staring at the button that will ring the appropriate buzzer, hands firmly in the pocket of her sundress, Sabrina blows out a huff of air. She's being ridiculous. It was a success, after all, and she can't doubt Rosie's friendship, their closeness.
She hits the button decisively, waiting for the door to release.
It's going to be alright.
It had been so much easier when talking to Nick, somehow.
After a moment or two of hesitating in front of the door, staring at the button that will ring the appropriate buzzer, hands firmly in the pocket of her sundress, Sabrina blows out a huff of air. She's being ridiculous. It was a success, after all, and she can't doubt Rosie's friendship, their closeness.
She hits the button decisively, waiting for the door to release.
It's going to be alright.