[ The shoes are what he hears first before he even sees her, those heels clacking against the concrete of the garage floor, and Finn glances up from where he's been leaning back in the chair behind the desk, daydreaming, thinking about how she'll look when she finally gets here. Turns out it's better than anything his own imagination could have even come up with.
He gets up, coming around the desk to stand in the doorway to the office, one forearm leaning against the frame as he watches her, waits for her glance to turn in his direction, and then he lifts a hand slowly, unable to keep his gaze from descending appreciatively over what she's wearing. ]
You look... [ Sometimes it feels like no words are deserving enough. ] Incredible.
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He gets up, coming around the desk to stand in the doorway to the office, one forearm leaning against the frame as he watches her, waits for her glance to turn in his direction, and then he lifts a hand slowly, unable to keep his gaze from descending appreciatively over what she's wearing. ]
You look... [ Sometimes it feels like no words are deserving enough. ] Incredible.