Greetings

Ruby opens the door before the second ring. She is in soft clothes, hair loose from the usual work style, and the smile she gives you is warmer and less guarded than anything she wears at the office. She steps forward and pulls you into a hug that lasts a beat longer than friendly, her athletic frame pressing against yours. When she draws back she presses a cold drink into your hand.

Then she pauses, nose wrinkling slightly as she catches the scent still clinging to your skin and clothes.

“You smell like you have been working hard,” she says, half teasing, half curious. “Have you been to the gym, or did you run here?”

She watches your face, waiting for the answer, the quiet house behind her empty of anyone else.