[For Lucy] Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes and she's gone

Jude had waited as patiently as he could, for Lucy's sake and for his own. She'd been living a different life from him for a while, she'd need time to deal with his reappearance in her life. That was fair. For him, he was still trying to wrap his head round this whole new world he found himself in, a world that was confusing and strange and impossible and yet irrefutable. So he'd told himself it was best to wait, at least a few weeks.

After more than a week of not seeing her, of missing her eyes, her smile, her hair that was like sunlight, his resolve had wavered and he decided he'd waited long enough. He looked up her address--and discovered that this whole time she'd been just one building away. He'd laughed at that, at the fact that they could have run into each other at any time and just hadn't. There was no significance to the fact, really, it was just funny how life worked sometimes.

It was early yet, so he decided to kill some time and take an offering with him. He ran to a nearby café for a coffee and pastry for her, and tea for himself. Then he made his way to her door at what he hoped was a reasonable hour and rapped at it smartly, beverage in each hand and the paper sack with her breakfast clasped in his teeth, half-covering the grin of anticipation that he couldn't stop as he waited to see her again.