Eric and Alice, backdated to April 30 (afternoon)
"Coming!" Eric shouted, hoping that his voice carried well enough from his bedroom to stop the loud and strangely bouncy assault on the door to his flat. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror. He wasn't sure how to dress for a beginner ballet class, even if he was just going to be on the sidelines. And he would just be on the sidelines, no mistake - though he was willing to go along and be distracted, ballet was not exactly Eric's idea of fun. It wasn't as bad as opera, but it was still a bit... well, it wasn't his cup of tea. But his cup of tea wasn't helping much these days, so maybe a change was in order.
He had settled on dressing "not-at-work normal," which meant slacks and a button-up shirt. The slacks felt tighter around the waist than usual. Was all this sitting around uselessly making him gain weight? He frowned suddenly, turning briefly to see his profile in the mirror, then shrugged and headed for the door, which was still being rhythmically attacked.
"I said I was coming," he said with a slight smile as he opened the door for Alice. "I guess you couldn't hear it over the knocking, though."