That's the whole of the text that Anders gets halfway through the afternoon, and naturally, he gets all sorts of excited about it. Not that they wouldn't see each other anyway, considering at this point she's pretty much living with him. Riliana had first rented a small place for herself when she came here to his world, he remembers, but he can't honestly recall the last time she stayed there. Half his closet is filled with her clothes by now, two of his drawers are taken up by her underwear, and in the bathroom there are two toothbrushes sitting next to each other on the little plastic cup. Anders doesn't mind it, he never did; this, much like everything else with Riliana, happened thoughtlessly, effortlessly, with no need for serious talks or heavy moments.
Which is why it doesn't even cross his mind that that's what is about to happen when he gets that text.
Sounds promising, he sends with a winking smiley, then he goes back to work. Or he tries to anyway - it's a little difficult to shake off the curiosity he feels about tonight. Maybe she's preparing a surprise for him, or maybe she just really wants to see him, nothing more. One way or the other, it's with immense relief that he sees the last of the day's meetings come to an end, and dismissing whatever paperwork Dawn tries to shove his way, he heads out the door. Tells Dawn to go home to Ty too - work will still be there in the morning, no need for her to be fussing about it now.
He takes a quick detour by the liquor store, because although he does have some alcohol at home, he feels like taking something different anyway. Irish cream it is, a box of chocolates too because why the fuck not, and while he's at it, some special brand of lube for tonight. Pleased with his choices, he drives back to the flat, and it's with a cheerful disposition that he opens the door and steps inside, bag in hand as he turns to look to the living area, expecting to see her there.
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That's the whole of the text that Anders gets halfway through the afternoon, and naturally, he gets all sorts of excited about it. Not that they wouldn't see each other anyway, considering at this point she's pretty much living with him. Riliana had first rented a small place for herself when she came here to his world, he remembers, but he can't honestly recall the last time she stayed there. Half his closet is filled with her clothes by now, two of his drawers are taken up by her underwear, and in the bathroom there are two toothbrushes sitting next to each other on the little plastic cup. Anders doesn't mind it, he never did; this, much like everything else with Riliana, happened thoughtlessly, effortlessly, with no need for serious talks or heavy moments.
Which is why it doesn't even cross his mind that that's what is about to happen when he gets that text.
Sounds promising, he sends with a winking smiley, then he goes back to work. Or he tries to anyway - it's a little difficult to shake off the curiosity he feels about tonight. Maybe she's preparing a surprise for him, or maybe she just really wants to see him, nothing more. One way or the other, it's with immense relief that he sees the last of the day's meetings come to an end, and dismissing whatever paperwork Dawn tries to shove his way, he heads out the door. Tells Dawn to go home to Ty too - work will still be there in the morning, no need for her to be fussing about it now.
He takes a quick detour by the liquor store, because although he does have some alcohol at home, he feels like taking something different anyway. Irish cream it is, a box of chocolates too because why the fuck not, and while he's at it, some special brand of lube for tonight. Pleased with his choices, he drives back to the flat, and it's with a cheerful disposition that he opens the door and steps inside, bag in hand as he turns to look to the living area, expecting to see her there.