Blair showed up in Rome three days ago and Dan has yet to ask her why, though unasked and unanswered questions haven't stopped him from wondering.
Her appearance seemed to be coincidental. Dan was typing outside at a cafe, pretending to type, actually, because he'd blown off his entire program thanks to bone-deep writers' block that he just couldn't shake on the typewriter Georgina bought for him. Tired and hot and just kind of weary, Dan slumped in his chair, gaze traveling over the street without really looking at anything in particular. At first he didn't notice Blair in the crowd, and then he thought she was a hallucination because, honestly, he'd been seeing her everywhere for the last two months. It was a scene straight out of one of his daydreams, and she looked just how he had pictured her looking during what was supposed to be their summer together. She had tanned, her dress a blushing coral against sunned skin; her hair was shorter, just touching her shoulders, and much lighter, brown warmed up with golden blonde. It didn't feel like she was there for him, just that she was there, but her searching gaze locked onto him so fast it had to be on purpose.
She called his name four times before Dan registered it, sitting up so straight he nearly knocked his coffee over.
Georgina is far from pleased to have Blair around. "I thought the whole point was to avoid her," she sniffs, arm hooked possessively through Dan's.
