Gwen was at the window alright. Her hair has probably lost a bit of its volume in the past fifteen or so minutes, her perfume might be wearing off, and her skirt already has a slight wrinkle where she bends. But worst of all? The worries, Peter. The worries were pouring in.

There he is.

By the time he makes his arrival known, she's already on the other side of the door. She lets him wait for a few more seconds before opening it, of course.

"Well, look who remembered he had a girl waiting." She folds her arms to feed the appearance of her disappointment, but it doesn't take long for her to lose the fight against her own smile.