@connorsstoll -- let him work, and sheβll sit on the counter and eat snacks for the entirety of his shift. They can plot together, and catch up too.
With it being only her first day back, she prayed Chiron had nothing planned for her. Sheβd hide if she could. βWhat dβya say?β
@connorsstoll One thing about Connor Stoll is heβs always flowing with ideas. A little minor pranking would definitely boost her mood this morning. Her interest shows by the way her head lifts at his sentence.
Gods, she missed him.
βIβll hang around,β Lou Ellen answers, as in sheβll --
She sat in a cupcake today. Chocolate icing all over the back of her denim shorts!
Whoβs responsible? Speak now and Lou Ellen wonβt eternally curse you.
@connorsstoll -- facing the floor. Her hair hangs and picks up dust from the patio.
βHiya,β she mumbles, as if sheβs tired. As if sheβs not on her second caffeinated tea of the day.
@connorsstoll Her arms loosen from around his head and allow him to trace imaginary doodles across her skin for a moment, before she steps around to be in front of him.
Connorβs allowed another second of comfort in his seat before the girl drapes herself dramatically across his lap, --
Itβs only Lou Ellen that does this (heβd only let her and she was the only one that really could sneak up in him).
Connor naturally smiles at the hug and he reached up to draw little shapes on her arms with his thumb.
Back where she belongs.
Sneaking, tippy-toeing behind @connorsstoll (sheβs perfected it over the years), and wrapping her arms tight around his face. Eyes covered and all.
Sheβs back.
Kisses the top of his head.