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The afternoon had been long, not due to any particular difficulty but because there hadn't been a great number of tasks to busy himself with at the stables today. By the time he'd been prepared to leave, Ross had already found himself yawning, in spite of the fact that the sun had not yet gone down, but he forces himself to be more lively because he's one stop to make yet before he's welcomed by the ever familiar mattress at home.
Tintern Abbey provides a much-appreciated warmth that won't be found outside for quite a few more months, though Ross does suspect that has much to do with how many patrons have been packed inside of the tavern. It's a busy evening, many folk having rushed here after work, he suspects, but he's quick to spot Demelza gaily engaging with a couple as she drops their drinks at their table. She's grown just the slightest bit more now, though from the way she speaks of it, one would imagine she's actually doubled in size; but in spite of Demelza's occasional misgivings about her shape, Ross can't hep but to gaze at her with evident affection, taking in her beauty and internally preening at the knowledge that once she's finished this evening, he is the one who gets to escort her home.
She catches his eyes as she leaves the table, brightening at the sight of him, and Ross gives her a slight wave before gesturing toward the lone stool at the bartop, where he makes himself comfortable. He understands she must be busy, that she won't be able to talk much until her shift is complete, but Ross always enjoys having a word with whoever happens to be tending the bar when he does come in to wait for her. Still, she dutifully greets him from where she stands behind the bar, and Ross has to resist the urge to reach over and tuck one of her wild, loose curls behind her ear.
"You're having quite the night, it seems," Ross says, an understatement, to be sure, "but I'm glad to see you appear to be in such good spirits. Your customers must rightfully be treating you well."
Tintern Abbey provides a much-appreciated warmth that won't be found outside for quite a few more months, though Ross does suspect that has much to do with how many patrons have been packed inside of the tavern. It's a busy evening, many folk having rushed here after work, he suspects, but he's quick to spot Demelza gaily engaging with a couple as she drops their drinks at their table. She's grown just the slightest bit more now, though from the way she speaks of it, one would imagine she's actually doubled in size; but in spite of Demelza's occasional misgivings about her shape, Ross can't hep but to gaze at her with evident affection, taking in her beauty and internally preening at the knowledge that once she's finished this evening, he is the one who gets to escort her home.
She catches his eyes as she leaves the table, brightening at the sight of him, and Ross gives her a slight wave before gesturing toward the lone stool at the bartop, where he makes himself comfortable. He understands she must be busy, that she won't be able to talk much until her shift is complete, but Ross always enjoys having a word with whoever happens to be tending the bar when he does come in to wait for her. Still, she dutifully greets him from where she stands behind the bar, and Ross has to resist the urge to reach over and tuck one of her wild, loose curls behind her ear.
"You're having quite the night, it seems," Ross says, an understatement, to be sure, "but I'm glad to see you appear to be in such good spirits. Your customers must rightfully be treating you well."
