[She'd smoked half her pack by then, still standing on the stoop when the garage door began to open. She wasn't expecting the sound so she looks around confused for a few seconds before she sees the car back out of it. Her cigarette nearly drops from her lips as she walks down the last two steps before she's on the walkway.
Lisbeth could recognize they'd had a fight and it was bad, but a part of her didn't expect him to leave. With her hands in her pockets, she slowly began to make her way to the driveway. Her steps may have seemed rush as she got closer.]
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Lisbeth could recognize they'd had a fight and it was bad, but a part of her didn't expect him to leave. With her hands in her pockets, she slowly began to make her way to the driveway. Her steps may have seemed rush as she got closer.]