Plans for his shop were coming together. He had bought the small space he had looked at with Piper and they were in the middle of painting it and making it presentable. He was in the middle of completing the paperwork required to open a business, which gave him a bit of a headache.
It had rained overnight and he wanted to open the windows of the shop now that it was dry. He knew paint fumes would be hanging heavily in the air and he didn't want to poison Piper if she stopped by.
As he pulled the door open, he could sense there was something different. As the door swung it revealed Cassandra on the doorstep and she looked terrible.
"Cassandra, you're wet," he said, his voice laced with worry. "Come inside, come on." The paint fumes would have to wait. She needed tea, stat.