RP: Stephen and Sarah, Stephen's office
Done with the note she had decided to write to Jareth, Sarah laid the quill aside and slid it across the desk to Stephen. This was by far the easy part, but she knew the hardest part - waiting - was soon to come.
"It doesn't say much, and I'm expecting him to try to find out what I want before he sees me," she said, tapping her finger at a corner of it. "And God knows how long we'll have to wait." She sat back in the chair and folded her hands, looking at him over her fingers. "You know, I don't know anything about you, Stephen, not really. If you feel like sharing, I'd like to know more about you."
"It doesn't say much, and I'm expecting him to try to find out what I want before he sees me," she said, tapping her finger at a corner of it. "And God knows how long we'll have to wait." She sat back in the chair and folded her hands, looking at him over her fingers. "You know, I don't know anything about you, Stephen, not really. If you feel like sharing, I'd like to know more about you."