[The luggage doesn't matter, the cab driver not knowing where to look doesn't matter, the busy street doesn't matter; all that matters is Sprezzatura in his arms again after so long, and making her feel as though he missed the warm presentness of her. And oh, how he did.
His long arms wrap around her, holding her close, chest heaving with low laughter.]
Oh, my love, how I missed you. [And because a consulting detective always senses all, the micro-changes in body language even with her pressed so close-] No need for tears, now.
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His long arms wrap around her, holding her close, chest heaving with low laughter.]
Oh, my love, how I missed you. [And because a consulting detective always senses all, the micro-changes in body language even with her pressed so close-] No need for tears, now.