𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐍, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 before feet turn ‘round on heels. on her way into the kitchen, knowing he was somewhere beyond it, rana’s hand reaches out to take hold of her bag that rattles with unknown objects within ! bag is sat down on kitchen table where keys, tickets, && wallet sit in the open. a breath is taken into her chest, zipper undone, as she calls out: ❝ steven ! steven ! we’re gonna be late⸺ ❞ as if that was 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 his fault, though tone isn’t accusatory. it was rana who ran late from a saturday study group, rana who had a hard time getting out of bed, rana who sometimes spends too much of her money on coffee && has to stop for some ! ; keys, wallet, tickets are stuffed into her bag before the other can peak at them. it’d been a surprise she’d been gushing about for the past two weeks⸺her excitement to spend this time with him, with a figure she considers a father as well, had only made her more && more 𝓰𝓲𝓭𝓭𝔂. ( rana often liked to spend time with the people she loved, didn’t matter what it was. any time was better than nothing even if it was just a walk outside. ) ❝ c’mon ! ❞ she’s rushing a little, she’ll admit. ❝ don’t want to be late for this surprise i haven’t shut up about, do we? ❞ laughter fills chest.
