[Compared to how he should be, Pietro's slow as fuck right now. But fast enough to catch the sound of someone at his door and get there before they can slip away. He yanks the door open hard enough that the cheerful wooden letters - P and W - rattle on the door.
It's her.
He's still not sure who she is, or why she knows things about him she shouldn't. But he saw the announcement. How could he miss it? He hadn't replied then, but it'd stirred something in him. It felt familiar. She has one hell of a presence, that's for sure. Pietro isn't even quite sure how to react to her, now, so he just stands in the doorway for a second, frozen.]
[Spam]
It's her.
He's still not sure who she is, or why she knows things about him she shouldn't. But he saw the announcement. How could he miss it? He hadn't replied then, but it'd stirred something in him. It felt familiar. She has one hell of a presence, that's for sure. Pietro isn't even quite sure how to react to her, now, so he just stands in the doorway for a second, frozen.]