Irene smiled softly as she began preparing the tea. The kitchenette in the backroom was small, as was the room itself. She was glad that the builder had at least had the good sense to install a bed that folded up into the wall to save space.
"I missed having tea with you," she said softly. "Among other things." It had been so hard to stay away. So hard to wake up from dreams that she couldn't understand with no one there she could talk about them to.