[ She's surprised by how quickly he arrives, the little light of his lantern coming through the door feeling as bright as the sun. Back in a corner booth where they'll be out of the way, she still has the faded blue blanket wrapped around her shoulders like a shawl, covering the leggings and tank top she'd worn as pajamas. Her feet are a bit cold, bare against the floor because she hadn't thought to get shoes, but she doesn't care.
Lifting her lantern, she smiles genuinely, though it's small and worn. ]
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Lifting her lantern, she smiles genuinely, though it's small and worn. ]
I'm over here, Eliot.