[Devon's spirits seem to have lightened up since her conversation with James. She's even beginning to look forward to seeing him on the weekends so that maybe she'll gather more courage to just speak like she does over text. That transition probably won't be too sudden though. She doesn't know if the same audaciousness can be shown around her fiance so easily.
On the day that James is supposed to come home, Devon is cleaning up her studio, making sure that there isn't any paint around and that all papers and brushes are off the floor. That's when she notices Simon, laying at the doorway.]
Hey, buddy...
[She kneels down to stroke the greyhound's head, examining him closely. He's an old dog, but he bounded around the estate with a nice quirky energy. The past few days though? He seems more tired than usual. Devon frowns, looking for any other signs that he might be sick.]
C'mon, let's go downstairs. Your dad's coming home, remember?
[She makes a start towards the staircase turning her head to see if Simon will follow.
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On the day that James is supposed to come home, Devon is cleaning up her studio, making sure that there isn't any paint around and that all papers and brushes are off the floor. That's when she notices Simon, laying at the doorway.]
Hey, buddy...
[She kneels down to stroke the greyhound's head, examining him closely. He's an old dog, but he bounded around the estate with a nice quirky energy. The past few days though? He seems more tired than usual. Devon frowns, looking for any other signs that he might be sick.]
C'mon, let's go downstairs. Your dad's coming home, remember?
[She makes a start towards the staircase turning her head to see if Simon will follow.
He doesn't.]