[Fate would have it that upon returning home from a little bit of shopping, and an escape to the library, Perona be greeted by the very person she was keeping her distance from. She nearly comes close to dropping all her groceries when she sees Sanji at her door, utterly a surprised gasp. Had...had it really been so long that he'd come to her home? Probably. Unlike Sanji, Perona hadn't been counting. She had easily stepped into the fluid passing of time - floating on the days and hours as she ticked by. But now, with her pattern broken, her heart begin to beat wildly, and she feels her voice catch in her throat. But not long enough for her to voice his nickname.]
Mr. Cook...!
[Don't sound so happy to see him, you idiot. Feeling heat rise up to fill her cheeks, she glances down, to stare at anything but his face. It should be noted that, among her usual hat and gown, she's wearing a rose printed shawl (the one Law gave her), fastened together by a certain, possibly familiar, brooch.]
[Action, January 13th]
Mr. Cook...!
[Don't sound so happy to see him, you idiot. Feeling heat rise up to fill her cheeks, she glances down, to stare at anything but his face. It should be noted that, among her usual hat and gown, she's wearing a rose printed shawl (the one Law gave her), fastened together by a certain, possibly familiar, brooch.]