A certain blonde has had Miss Hood on her mind for the past few days. Ever since she came up in conversation with James Bond, actually. So the timing of this visit couldn't be much better.
The blonde in question is seated at a nearby table, with far less in the way of warm outer layers. What she does have is coffee, a notepad with some neat jottings on the top page, and a vaguely contemplative expression. The latter vanishes when she spies the red-head though, to be replaced by a delighted smile.
"Chica!"
She drops the pen that was tapping against her lips, letting it clatter to the tabletop.
Red glances over, fingers laced thoughtfully in her hair, and smiles warmly, crossing on leg over another in the action of turning on her barstool to face the table.
That's an awkward first question for her to answer, but it doesn't really show in her face. Her smile doesn't waver, nor does she hestitate in her reply.
Sam's sitting at the bar, idly sketching wards. Though left uncomplete to prevent their being activated, many of the strange spiky symbols look somehow wrong to the eye, as though they'd hurt to look at for too long. Others are strangely hard to look at at all, encouraging the eye to slide past them without seeing.
He doesn't seem to have any such problems seeing them, though.
Glancing up, he sees her approach, and grins. "Afternoon, Red."
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The blonde in question is seated at a nearby table, with far less in the way of warm outer layers. What she does have is coffee, a notepad with some neat jottings on the top page, and a vaguely contemplative expression. The latter vanishes when she spies the red-head though, to be replaced by a delighted smile.
"Chica!"
She drops the pen that was tapping against her lips, letting it clatter to the tabletop.
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"Goldy, darling. How are you?"
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"I'm absolutely wonderful now that you're here."
She certainly seems happy.
"And you look just as ravishing as ever."
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"Why, thank you sweetheart. It's good of you to say. You look as gorgeous as always, of course."
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He doesn't seem to have any such problems seeing them, though.
Glancing up, he sees her approach, and grins. "Afternoon, Red."
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"Good afternoon, Sam. You recognise me, then?"
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"Excellent indeed. I don't think I'd recognise myself in that body she had me in."
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