Walking toward his room made him smile. She was there, with him, and that made things a lot better.
"Not bad. A quiet day at the office, and now, a nice evening with a dear friend. I think it's a good day."
He smirked and led her into his room, closing the door behind them,m gesturing to the bed where a space was made amongst a pile of blankets. Hot chocolate steamed on the pull-over table and he smiled. "Come, sit with me?"