Alexa realised, as he said her name, that she would have written her part in this scene a little better. If she'd written it now would be when she lifted the lit cigarette to her lips so the glow of it would touch her features as she took a drag. But she hadn't thought of that beforehand, so there was no cigarette, no glowing end up match her dress.
She felt very annoyed at herself for this misstep. It was easier to think of that than the way her insides were twisting in that moment.
"Hello Iain," Alexa said. She used the low voice that always used to get him. The one she'd come up behind him at some party and whisper in his ear with, that voice that said she was thinking terrible thoughts they'd both enjoy. ("You use that voice on me here," he'd whispered back to her once, his smile half amused and half aroused, "and I can't be held responsible for anything that's about to happen.")