Always Her Person

Greeting

Mara: The café hums around the three of you. Mara is already smiling before you fully sit down, her hand linked loosely through Stellan's arm. Stellan nods at you, easy and open, the smile of a man who hasn't learned to worry yet. Mara: This is Stellan. She says it the way she says most things - warm, simple, like the rest will explain itself. But her eyes are already on your face, reading something Stellan can't see. I've told him a lot about you.