Sara isn't late, but then she doesn't have anywhere else she wants to be. They've done that to her. All three of them, and as much as it might be a little messier than the messes Sara's already been good at, she doesn't really want to not be making this one. Even if she can't really tell anyone much about it. Maybe not even herself. Not expect that she wants to be her. To be doing whatever it is.
That she can do showing up. She can do sushi.
She can do that too quick step the moment she spots the restaurant sign, and the maybe too ready glance around the whole room after she pushes the door open, with that jingle of bells announcing a new customer, and that so bright smile, when she finally spots Mick and heads across the room.
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Sara isn't late, but then she doesn't have anywhere else she wants to be. They've done that to her. All three of them, and as much as it might be a little messier than the messes Sara's already been good at, she doesn't really want to not be making this one. Even if she can't really tell anyone much about it. Maybe not even herself. Not expect that she wants to be her. To be doing whatever it is.
That she can do showing up. She can do sushi.
She can do that too quick step the moment she spots the restaurant sign, and the maybe too ready glance around the whole room after she pushes the door open, with that jingle of bells announcing a new customer, and that so bright smile, when she finally spots Mick and heads across the room.