She finally realized, she was anxious. Eager to see him, to talk to him and receive his attention, for him to see the woman she had become. She wondered if he had thought of her, if perhaps on some moonlit night his thoughts had come across her name, if perhaps some night he dreamed of her, if perhaps he had missed her at some point.
When she saw him for the first time (...) her heart skipped a beat and she seemed to see a flash of complicity in his eyes. He was glad to see her again, she knew.
[I imagined this scene as the moment where Tyrion arrives at Winterfell as Hand of the Queen Daenerys Targaryen. Sansa and he meet again after all those years.]
Text is from my fic: All He Could see Was Her Face
Huge thanks to @albinokittens300 for coming up with this wonderful week of prompts for our favorite couple!