She does't run or anything. The amount that her pace picks up is so small as to be imperceptible, not even close to double-time. Just how weird is it to be relieved when she sees dopey old Elliot? Super weird. Something she should be used to by now, maybe; something she will probably never be used to.
She stops when she's maybe three steps away from him. The stare she fixes him with is hard and narrow. Behind him, water trickles around in the fountain and sunlight shines on the brassy dolphins and some kid takes a bite of an ice cream bar and a spray of birds flies across the hard blue of the sky, so goddamn idyllic and picturesque, and Darlene says, angrily, "God, Elliot," and fine, okay, she finishes those three steps because he won't. And she hugs him.
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She does't run or anything. The amount that her pace picks up is so small as to be imperceptible, not even close to double-time. Just how weird is it to be relieved when she sees dopey old Elliot? Super weird. Something she should be used to by now, maybe; something she will probably never be used to.
She stops when she's maybe three steps away from him. The stare she fixes him with is hard and narrow. Behind him, water trickles around in the fountain and sunlight shines on the brassy dolphins and some kid takes a bite of an ice cream bar and a spray of birds flies across the hard blue of the sky, so goddamn idyllic and picturesque, and Darlene says, angrily, "God, Elliot," and fine, okay, she finishes those three steps because he won't. And she hugs him.
Because. Okay?