[She's been so busy lately that she's almost disappeared, been impossible to keep up with; she's felt guilty about it, too, but fretful at the same time. Lucy is not very good at romantic relationships for this reason: she tends to get overinvolved in everything else.
So when she finds him at his farm, just outside his barn, she's wearing a dress that is more of this time than of hers, dropping only to her calves, making a nice show of her delicate little boots and her ankles, her hair done up in an intricate way.]
Ah, hullo, Jon.
[Hullo. How informal. She's tilting her body in his direction; she's sort of overtaken by the desire to kiss him.
It's a cold enough day that there's a flush to her skin.]
/sneaking threads while on hiatus
So when she finds him at his farm, just outside his barn, she's wearing a dress that is more of this time than of hers, dropping only to her calves, making a nice show of her delicate little boots and her ankles, her hair done up in an intricate way.]
Ah, hullo, Jon.
[Hullo. How informal. She's tilting her body in his direction; she's sort of overtaken by the desire to kiss him.
It's a cold enough day that there's a flush to her skin.]