[ By contrast, Cosima is a woman who, despite nearing thirty, regularly plays the part of an adolescent. Friendly, outgoing awkwardness couched by colloquialisms, childish demonstrations of independence and a too-open heart will do that. The moment she enters, she’s a little distracted - the sudden rush of minimal warmth from being indoors is enough to fog her glasses and render herself nearly blinded. Distracted, irritated, cold, hungry and tired of this place - ]
Yeah, okay.
[ Once her glasses are clear, her hands fall from her face. ]
Chill, dude.
[ The door is pushed in a way that’s meant to be trying, exaggerated, and slams hard enough to rattle the door frame. That done, she moves away from whatever he’s doing to start going through the overhead cupboards - the ones she can reach, anyway. Congratulations, Levi. You found someone shorter than you.
Carelessly, she allows the last cupboard door to knock closed, not bothering to be soft or quiet with it. ]
three/action.
Yeah, okay.
[ Once her glasses are clear, her hands fall from her face. ]
Chill, dude.
[ The door is pushed in a way that’s meant to be trying, exaggerated, and slams hard enough to rattle the door frame. That done, she moves away from whatever he’s doing to start going through the overhead cupboards - the ones she can reach, anyway. Congratulations, Levi. You found someone shorter than you.
Carelessly, she allows the last cupboard door to knock closed, not bothering to be soft or quiet with it. ]