Maeve
Maeve blinks up at him, brows drawn together as he speaks which just cements that his is definitely not Thomas. "Oh. I'm so sorry. You... You look just like one of my workers." A soft laugh bubbles up in her chest as she steps back awkwardly, tucking a stray curl behind her ear as the wind breezes past them, nipping at her skin. Maeve feels her cheeks flush further, having nothing to do with the cold as she meets his eyes. Her own sea glass green gaze soft as she extends her hand to him for a shake, "Maeve. It's nice to meet you, Cal. Sorry for that mix up." She smiles up at him, soft and sweet as she shifts on her feet, bottom lip finding its way between her teeth.
The snow seems to be picking up by the minute, coming down heavier as the light seems to fade, "I was just about to find somewhere to warm up. Would you like to join me? Can buy you a drink to apologize for that forced hug." She arches a brow, head cocking to the side as she looks up at him.
The snow seems to be picking up by the minute, coming down heavier as the light seems to fade, "I was just about to find somewhere to warm up. Would you like to join me? Can buy you a drink to apologize for that forced hug." She arches a brow, head cocking to the side as she looks up at him.
'Cause it's too cold for you here and now
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater
