This place could be strange and sure there was the chance someone might turn up and change everything, someone they knew or didn't know. But that was life, a seemingly endless combinations of situations thrown together and Claire was going to make the most of it and make the most of what they had in the time they had it.
Peter was special, John was special and of all the men she'd ever met they made her feel a hell of a lot more. Different things but none the less valuable and she didn't want to think about losing either of them.
The hot air had the curls around her face frizzy and the back of her neck was sweaty and it felt good, the heat of the water and his body. Tension slipped out of her she hadn't actually known she was carrying.
"Oh yes, the guy who runs the bodega near my building who stares at my ass, he's a real keeper," Claire said with a snort. He wasn't the only one who prioritised work over having a life, but her work was her life in a lot of ways. If they were to go back, Claire knew she'd want to try them on for size, to know they'd given it a go rather than never know what might have been. "So you'll look for me? Pinky promise?"