she’s in awe of everything around her ; the grand glass windows, the bright, dazzling light filtering in through them, the very atmosphere of power and elegance. the girl’s hands curl around the arms of her chair, nails digging into the wood. little currents of anxiety run through her. you’re already in, she assures herself. nothing is going to happen.
a glance to the left reveals a vase full of flowers, blooming and fragrant -- already at their most beautiful even without her help. one lone iris droops, and reem can’t resist the temptation to brush over it with her finger. it stands to attention, petals regaining their purple, its stem firm and green again. it’s a flash of skin through the bright colors that makes her stop in her tracks, smile fading, breath caught in her throat at the sight of one of them ( one of us ! ).
reem stands up -- quickly, uncharacteristically clumsy. ❝ hi, ❞ she says, cheeks flushed a rosy - red. ❝ i’m -- ❞ is she supposed to use her real name ? a superhero alias ? is she supposed to be talking to him at all ? he’s taller than she first thought, intimidatingly broad - shouldered, hair the color of rye and eyes the shade of spring apples. he looks every inch an hero. ❝ i’m new here. someone was going to, uh, show me around, so i was just... waiting. are you... ? ❞
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