"I heard a muffled thump! and looked over to the side. A small smile broke over my lips as I cupped my wineglass and walked out of my apartment. Ten steps later, I was opening his door and walking across his floor in my bare feet. I heard him in the kitchen and I thought I’d wait for him to come out. I took another sip of my excellent wine and ran my fingers through my hair. I wore it down and completely free; my hair appointment was scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. If it got fucked up tonight because of our shared, secret chicanery, it would be absolutely no problem."