Euterpe was upstairs on her treadmill when she heard the knock at the door below. Which seemed like a great time to take a break. She grabbed for the towel off the side of the machine and wiped the sweat from her face and stomach before tossing it aside and heading downstairs.
She could feel it was Padraig at the door and smiled. (Although she was wearing a red crop top and shorts, she figured she probably looked sufficiently red and sweaty to make it at least a little less sexy. Not a whole lot because, hey, she couldn't help that she was naturally hot.)
She pulled open the door and felt the rush of cold air from outside hit her exposed skin. "Fuck, it's freezing out here."