[ She gets cold while she waits. The breeze off the river nips at her face and ears, and eventually she pulls her hood up to huddle into what warmth it offers. She's curled up in a tiny cold ball on the bank when he calls out her name.
She starts, then stands, turning to face him, her bright eyes just visible under the edge of her cowl. ]
Um ... Luke, right?
[ She fishes in her pocket and pulls out the ring. She does not notice the coat he's carrying just yet. She holds her black-gloved hand out to him, the ring resting on her palm. ]
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She starts, then stands, turning to face him, her bright eyes just visible under the edge of her cowl. ]
Um ... Luke, right?
[ She fishes in her pocket and pulls out the ring. She does not notice the coat he's carrying just yet. She holds her black-gloved hand out to him, the ring resting on her palm. ]
Here.