Ever since that awkward conversation the other day, Rachel hadn't exactly been in the best of moods. She had opened herself to L; told him about her brother, and what had happened. By now she was positive that everyone now knew, and if they did, they weren't talking. But, Rachel hadn't opened up to anyone, except for L, and that had ended a bit awkwardly.
Call it the female instinct, but when Rachel had asked L if she could see him, and he said yes; a large part of Rachel got the sense that L actually didn't want to see her. After cancelling, the young woman berated herself for doing something so stupid, and read some more fics.
If she never had to read another Flauros/Her story, it'd be too late.
Now it was a few days after the event, and L had sent Rachel a map to a house. There was no mention of training, so she assumed that L wanted to talk. Being the pessimist that she was, Rachel was spending the first hour preparing for L to tell her that he hated her, and never wanted to talk to her again. The second hour was spent traveling to the house, but eventually she made it with three minutes to spare.
Opening up the door, Rachel softly closed it, then climbed up the stairs, and knocked on one of the doors.
"It's me," she said nervously, yet calmly as well.
Waiting for him to answer was torture, because although a part of her was expecting the worst, there was another part of her that was hoping for something good to come from this. Plus, if she could avoid it, Rachel would do her best not to reveal her feelings towards L.
Feelings that she had gotten weeks ago, but told no one about. After all, who could she tell?