Millie went totally rigid the moment her gaze fell on him standing there. For one confused, disbelieving second she truly thought she was imaging him, that maybe she'd fallen asleep, that this whole day and jet lag had finally taken their toll, that Finn just wasn't in New York, certainly not outside her hotel room, and definitely not standing there looking at her like this. But then he'd said something, all nerves and lopsided grin and his voice just smacked against her as much as he looked at her, and unraveled everything. Her chest felt like it was clenching itself and before she'd even had time to think of something clever or even a half-decent sentence she found herself laughing, just a tiny surprised and unbelieving little thing, a hand pressed over her mouth, head shaking in disbelief as if it was all a silly dream. "Are you actually crazy?" She actually managed to whisper, without any hint of it being an actual question at all. Only wonder. Only pure affection slipped out before she could even try and shove it back down, her eyes flicking all over his face as if willing him to be more than just an hallucination conjured up from her missing him. And as the truth of it slowly dawned, as she slowly began to understand that he had actually travelled thousands of miles to see her, all the shock changed into something else. Disbelief. Disbelief at the fact that anyone could do that for her. Before she even processed what she was doing, she closed the distance between them and instinctively her fingers balled into the front of his jacket as if seeking out something stable to hold onto. "I can't believe you actually did thisโฆ" she managed through another tiny, relieved giggle, briefly lowering her head lest the tears start to roll down her face because there was a very real chance if she kept looking at him like this she wouldn't be able to help herself. "A rooftop in Manhattan? Are you for real?" She lifted her head back up then, her eyes bright. "You really did bring out your romantic side, didn't you?"
She looked up at him again, and this time her smile came slowly, without her own will or control, just like she was a doll who had been forced to do it. Just picturing all of this put together by him; Finn planning everything, probably over-thinking every little bit of it made her chest have that awful ache. She could perfectly imagine him trying to act completely casual about it, shrugging off every detail like it had required so little effort from him, like he hadn't been quite this bothered by it. That was the problem, he knew her far too well. "I can't believe I have to admit to you that I like that you know how to make me melt," she whispered still clutched around the front of his jacket with both her hands, still hugging him close as though the only reason he might be there is that she was physically holding him here and if she let go he'd disappear. Millie just wanted to be close, really as close as it was possible to be to someone. A quiet chuckle escaped her mouth and before he had the chance to even respond, Millie pulled him closer and kissed him. It wasn't tentative, or hesitant, or worried like their first had been. When she pulled away, it was only by a fraction of an inch. They were standing still with their foreheads against each other, Millie was up on her tiptoes, both of them completely captured by the pull. Millie still had her arms around him and she let out a small laugh, "I guess I can't really turn you down now," she said against his mouth. "Though I certainly don't want to." She smoothed the front of his jacket absently for a moment, tilted her head back, her eyes still impossible bright. "Can I change first," she said, looking down at what she was wearing, "or is this rooftop surprise right now?" she giggled again.