Fics like i'm coming round to meet you (the long way round)

Rumi takes the stairs to the third floor first. This is the routine: knock once on Mira's door, and that knock means five minutes, up one flight to Mr. Markopoulos, collect Biscuit, come back down to the second floor where she and Mira live, Mira is always ready in four. Rumi has never said anything about this. She has decided it is one of her favorite things about Saturdays and that she will not examine why. She hears Mira's door open before she's finished knocking. "You're early," Mira says, which is what she says every Saturday, pulling her door shut behind her. She's in her weekend clothes: dark jeans, a grey sweatshirt that's slightly too large, her hair not quite finished. She looks, Rumi thinks and does not say, exactly like herself. "I'm on time," Rumi says, which is what she says back, and Mira gives her the look this deserves. Biscuit is already straining toward Mira's ankles. He does this every Saturday — abandons Rumi completely the moment Mira appears, as though Rumi is merely the person who collected him and Mira is the actual destination. Rumi has decided not to take this personally. She suspects Biscuit loves Mira with his whole doggie heart. She can relate.

Fics like i'm coming round to meet you (the long way round)

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