Sally stood, leaning against the doorframe of the apartment she shared with her brother (who was, thankfully, off with Dr. Montgomery on an expedition) and waiting. She reopened the latest letter and read it again, the smile firmly on her face as she read. At the sound of the footfalls, her smile faded and she looked up from the note. She raised an eyebrow as she saw him. At first, she wasn’t sure if this was still the one from before or was it someone else. Then he spoke and she knew it was still the author of the letters.
“I wouldn’t exactly say shady, maybe just a little odd. But to my neighbors, it’s nothing too out of the ordinary, since my brother is a filmmaker and props and costumes get stored here when he’s in production. Some very strange things have come through our door.” She chuckled slightly as she refolded the letter and pushed herself off the doorframe again. “Well, whichever reason, I’m glad to finally know your name. It’s very nice to finally meet you …and, please, call me Sally.” A smile spread across her face.
“I’m very happy to know your name, as I’ve been waiting to thank you properly. Thank you for the letters, Millard. I’ve been looking forward to them every day. But, I still have to ask…” her smile faded a bit and her head tilted to one side and her brow creased slightly as she continued, “Did you mean what you wrote or were you playing a joke on me? I have to ask because…I’ve never gotten letters like these before…and no one’s said such things to me. Please forgive me for being skeptical but…I want to know before our conversation continues any further.”
“Yes, I’m actually quite familiar with your brother’s work. Big fan of his. Oh -- not that that’s the reason for any of this, don’t misunderstand,” he added quickly, gloved hands clasping together and wringing themselves. “Sally, then.” He was beaming under the scarf, and probably blushing, too.
Head tilted, hands released each other and presented themselves palm-up. “Of course I meant it, such an elaborate joke would be cruel. Admittedly it’s not my best work - since I haven’t yet talked to you most of the writing is, well...your appearance, your aura, the little behaviors and quirks I thought were charming. One’s actions speak volumes, but I didn’t want to come off as intrusive and delve too deeply. I assure you, my interests aren’t just superficial.” Millard fell silent, shoving his hands in his pockets and dipping his head down, as if trying to peer at her past the sunglasses.
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