[The Rangers headquarters was closed for the holidays, and that left Cordelia with very little to do. That didn't mean that she didn't have a lot she could be doing--there was planning to be done, new homes to look at, and so many things to do. Even with the stress of knowing that, she felt surprisingly calm. Her cousins were back home, and she had a wedding to plan. As far as she was concerned, all was right with the world.
She couldn't quite understand what was being said, but somehow she knew. It didn't take a psychic type to pick him out, even then. Honestly, she hadn't expected to see Luke there by himself, and while she could lecture him about how he should be at home, somehow it didn't feel right.
So instead, she walked beside the bench, letting a gloved hand rest over the time.]
Action.
She couldn't quite understand what was being said, but somehow she knew. It didn't take a psychic type to pick him out, even then. Honestly, she hadn't expected to see Luke there by himself, and while she could lecture him about how he should be at home, somehow it didn't feel right.
So instead, she walked beside the bench, letting a gloved hand rest over the time.]
Do you have room for one more?