[She steps out like a dream. He, as appreciative as a fan at a gallery seeing a beloved painting, looks her up and down, taking in curved shoulders, vibrant red, pretty heels.]
...How it makes the heart sing. Seeing you. Beautiful.
[And yes, of course, he steps forward to take her braid, kiss the end of it lightly, like a little tease.]
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...How it makes the heart sing. Seeing you. Beautiful.
[And yes, of course, he steps forward to take her braid, kiss the end of it lightly, like a little tease.]
Yes. Of course.