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She heard the beep coming from outside, but before that, she knew he was coming. The engine made a low humming noise with a prominent click clack sound, like something was stuck there, and it was fighting to get out. Even though she knew that he was coming, and knew that he was just outside, she didn’t hurry, or put her shoes on and grab her coat. He only pretended to seem like he was in a hurry, but he wasn’t. He never was. He was the laid back one, constantly smiling, and his eyes bright, but calm.
Every time he came to pick her up he would hoot and then he would rush to the front door. There were times at the start when she would rush to the door and run out in a hurry, so that she would not keep him waiting. But, he would always be standing there at her door, and he would always gently push her back inside and take her jacket and her bag from her hands and drop them on the floor with a low thud.
She had grown familiar with this, so she eventually stopped rushing. She gave him 15 seconds to get to the door and then she rush down, so he wouldn’t be standing outside her door for long. Today she was running a little late, so had only just finished applying her makeup. She pressed her lips together, matting her pale pink lipstick. Hurriedly, and with a great anticipation she walked down the stairs. She opened the door for him, standing just a little bit behind it, because she wasn’t fully dressed yet. He stood there and smiled at her before he strode in and grabbed her delicately at the waist. He murmured a quick “Hi”, to her, but pressed his lips to hers before she could reply. They walked into the house together; lips still pressed together, his hands warming against her bare skin. He kicked the door shut. When they had got into the lobby, just at the foot of the wide, white stairs, she broke apart from him and put one polished hand on his chest. She told him she needed to finish getting dressed, and gracefully skipped up the stairs. He begrudgingly let her go.
10 minutes late she came downstairs and saw that he had made her a cup of hot chocolate. They exchanged smile and hugged, standing side by side and fitting just right into each other. He pressed his bearded chin onto her left shoulder and didn’t want to let go. “We need to go”, she stated, and he sighed and walked to the front door. She wasn’t far behind him, but checked all the appliances were off before she joined him. As they stood outside the front door, she checked and double checked that she had everything and that the door was locked. He chuckled lightly at her worrying, but grabbed her hand tightly and pulled her away towards the car.
