[ when he approaches, she flips her GHS shut, tucking it into her pocket as she mirrors his grin and waves a hand as if to signal that his tardiness is fine.

... and then she sort of. processes that compliment. it's not the first time he's thrown one her way, and she's probably given him quite a few, too, but since she's brought feelings into the equation... it feels different. hearing that he thinks she looks good makes her feel sort of giddy, especially since that had been her intention and because this is all unfamiliar territory; as much as she may have loved jude— and she really, really had— he never really paid her compliments like that and had always treated her more like a sibling than anything else. ]

I put a lot of effort into making all this work, so I'd better look good!

[ she means it as a joke and she luckily sounds casual when she says it, but the fact that she just admitted to spending time on her appearance still stands. she kind of wants to slap herself for that one, because she's trying to play it cool here, but instead she keeps talking. ]

Anyway, you don't look too bad yourself.

[ and with her free hand, the one that isn't holding onto an umbrella, she flashes him a quick thumbs up. ]

Do you wanna head out now?