[Bold to think she might not forget the entire world around her when someone writes her a poem!
Which she absolutely has. Thankfully she's already holding the other gift, so she'll come back around to remembering it in a moment. Right now she's still trying to get her face under control, stop crying and sniffling and just— stop feeling way too much. Her chest aches with how full her heart feels and it's always really hard to speak when it's like this; she doesn't begrudge Alex the awkwardness because she doesn't have the words either. That's why she writes. It's so much easier than trying to articulate the intensity of her too-much feelings in the moment, when she can barely understand them much less describe them.
She wipes her face again and takes a step starting towards him. Only as she's clearly about to open her arms for a hug does she remember—] Oh!
[The other gift she's holding. There's a bashful chuckle as she regards it.] Wow. Sorry, I got really distracted, huh?
[She tucks the poem back into its envelope first to ensure its safety. But then she'll open this mysterious other present, a little more delicately than one would probably expect.]
DABS FURIOUSLY IN RETURN
Which she absolutely has. Thankfully she's already holding the other gift, so she'll come back around to remembering it in a moment. Right now she's still trying to get her face under control, stop crying and sniffling and just— stop feeling way too much. Her chest aches with how full her heart feels and it's always really hard to speak when it's like this; she doesn't begrudge Alex the awkwardness because she doesn't have the words either. That's why she writes. It's so much easier than trying to articulate the intensity of her too-much feelings in the moment, when she can barely understand them much less describe them.
She wipes her face again and takes a step starting towards him. Only as she's clearly about to open her arms for a hug does she remember—] Oh!
[The other gift she's holding. There's a bashful chuckle as she regards it.] Wow. Sorry, I got really distracted, huh?
[She tucks the poem back into its envelope first to ensure its safety. But then she'll open this mysterious other present, a little more delicately than one would probably expect.]