please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
Setting down a glass of wine on the coffee table where Finn wasn't liable to knock it with his guitar but where he'd see it, the doctor curls up in one of the opposing chairs where she can watch him play. Of course if he asks if she's watching, she'll just gesture to the sodoku book in her lap so that he won't feel quite so observed, but after all this time Tobi is fairly certain he'll see through it. It's rare to see Finn relaxed, both in posture and in dress, and looking so carefree as to appear boyish. Though she knows he'd hate for her to say so, Tobi feels privileged just to sit in his orbit when he gets like this, and so she does.
Having traded her work scrubs for more comfortable things as well—opting for flora leggings, a black tank top, and a massive infinity scarf made of grey wool—Tobi tucks a lock of hair behind one ear as her long fingers twirl the stem of her wine glass. Not wanting to interrupt Finn with something like wE NeEd To TaLk, she instead waits for a lull in his playing before casually saying, "Did...Ever speak with you today? About the dinner plans he wants to arrange?"
Having traded her work scrubs for more comfortable things as well—opting for flora leggings, a black tank top, and a massive infinity scarf made of grey wool—Tobi tucks a lock of hair behind one ear as her long fingers twirl the stem of her wine glass. Not wanting to interrupt Finn with something like wE NeEd To TaLk, she instead waits for a lull in his playing before casually saying, "Did...Ever speak with you today? About the dinner plans he wants to arrange?"
October
