@yourpromdate
It had been a while since she had seen him. And no, of course she wasn’t worried. Why would she be? He was a capable guy. A capable asshole.. But capable, nonetheless. She crossed her arms, staring at the door before her. All she had to do was knock... ‘Just reach your hand out...’ Her eyes narrowed at the door before her, and then she turned around.
This situation was more complicated than Yoko wanted to admit. She slowly looked behind herself again at the door. This internal struggle, battling her own emotions, was driving her up a goddamn tree. The redhead let out a sigh. ‘So maybe I do miss him.’ She had to, right..? Why else would she be here. Their last meeting had felt a bit odd and she hadn’t seen him since... Maybe she was sad about that.
Yoko had never been good with these sorts of things. She couldn’t put herself out there and really admit how she felt. No, no. That wasn’t her style. Not that she felt any specific way, of course. She faced the door again, this time determined. “All I have to do is knock...” She whispered to herself, extending a fist forward to tap the door. She knocked a few times before feeling her body get cold. Was it too late to run away..? Why did she feel so nervous in the first place?
“This guy is an idiot...”
She quietly grumbled to herself, beginning to tap her foot against the ground. She felt impatient, and hoped this jerk wouldn’t keep her waiting long.