And thinking about it was all he needed to do. The idea had taken root enough, she saw how he eyed the card. It wasn't dismissively tucked into a pocket or cast aside, he had actually looked it over. It was only a matter of time before he got back to her.

A month, unfortunately, was longer than she was expecting. The time, for her, is spent agonizingly checking over her hoard and growing frustrated at the lack of a certain addition. But her pride refused to accept that seeking him out again was even an option. He would come to her.

When the text finally comes, a fire practically lights in her eyes. She drops everything to answer it, of course. She hasn't lost one bit of enthusiasm towards the prospect of obtaining him, and if anything this has all boosted her enthusiasm to do so. She won't want to let him go, and she's certain that he would be right at home in her home. A little cleaning up here and there, plus picking up her... messes. The mangled pile of metal behind her was an example of a mess, it was a product of her frustration. There was a certain amount of calm that came from bending metal with your bare hands, and she'd had plenty of time and plenty of metal.

Her text reply to him comes just over a minute after receiving the initial message. The call for a reservation at the restaurant followed. With that, it was set. All that was left to do was meet him there. The day can't come soon enough.

Now she just has to come up with something to wear. Maybe something to go with his colors...