I already left the box outside your door. I'll drop by later after I've showered and unpacked and everything
[Except the real reason for why he's not letting her pick them up in person is because she will find, under said box, a small, thin, worn book of poetry. In French.
And there's no way he could give that to her and not immediately die of embarrassment if she were standing in front of him.]
[She was jogging already, but that makes her put the tablet away and pick up the pace, so she doesn't respond again until she's actually at her door.
And picking up the box.
And seeing the book.
Which is-- That sure is a book of poems. In French. And she really shouldn't be standing in the hallway staring at it, but she's not really capable of managing anything else.
She's pretty sure this is the most romantic thing anyone's ever done for her. It's not like Tim or Dean were inclined to even small romantic gesture, and Ellie was more likely to affectionately tease her than buy her a poetry book.
A French poetry book, and somehow that just makes it feel so much more... something.
She hasn't even looked inside, but she knows she needs to say something to Saul, because if their roles were reversed right now, she'd be so nervous about his reaction. And she doesn't want him to worry, because she does like it. Loves it, really. She just has no idea how to process the whole thing.
In the end, she goes with the simplest course of action.]
[So it's not that Saul was holding his breath, but Saul was maybe holding his breath.
This is part of why he hates texting: he knows this is her style, but he's not sure if he should be reading this as a good thing or a bad thing, like maybe that was a bit much...
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i missed you too. how was paris?
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I got some pastries for you.
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♥ when i should come get them?
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I already left the box outside your door. I'll drop by later after I've showered and unpacked and everything
[Except the real reason for why he's not letting her pick them up in person is because she will find, under said box, a small, thin, worn book of poetry. In French.
And there's no way he could give that to her and not immediately die of embarrassment if she were standing in front of him.]
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if ellie gets into them before i get back to my room, you better go get me more!
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Why don't you just go back to your room and get them now?
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[no she knows it is she's just playing]
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I hope you like what I brought you.
[Why is he suddenly a little nervous?
Ew.]
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And picking up the box.
And seeing the book.
Which is-- That sure is a book of poems. In French. And she really shouldn't be standing in the hallway staring at it, but she's not really capable of managing anything else.
She's pretty sure this is the most romantic thing anyone's ever done for her. It's not like Tim or Dean were inclined to even small romantic gesture, and Ellie was more likely to affectionately tease her than buy her a poetry book.
A French poetry book, and somehow that just makes it feel so much more... something.
She hasn't even looked inside, but she knows she needs to say something to Saul, because if their roles were reversed right now, she'd be so nervous about his reaction. And she doesn't want him to worry, because she does like it. Loves it, really. She just has no idea how to process the whole thing.
In the end, she goes with the simplest course of action.]
thank you
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i love you
[In case he thought her thank you might have been because she didn't like it and didn't want to hurt his feelings.]
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This is part of why he hates texting: he knows this is her style, but he's not sure if he should be reading this as a good thing or a bad thing, like maybe that was a bit much...
But he'll find out later, he guesses.]
You're welcome. I love you too.
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♥
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