@greasersbro
she has a plan for her evening. embarrassing yet comfortable bunny pajama set--ice cream--bridget jones diary. she knows she won’t be interrupted-- everyone knows that mondays are her official leave rani the fuck alone days-- when she leaves the lab early and indulges herself. at first she thinks the knock on her door is a fluke--but it seems to be a persistent one. she scrambles to the door-- ice cream in hand with a small frown on her lips.
“you know you're completely ruining my evening-- i have one rule--”
the sight that meets her quite literally takes her breath away. it’s like staring at her very own ghost--and for once she’s completely speechless.
“okay... definitely better than bridget jones diary... what?” she blinks once--twice. “what are you doing here? i thought you said you’d be 2 months?” her voice is almost squeaky by the time she finishes her sentence and she wraps her arms--ice cream and all around them.
“oh bugger it all-- i might cry-- you’re-- here?”
