Late for Edwin was 10:00 in the evening. He was laying in his bed with nothing more than a t-shirt and boxers when he heard the knock. His immediate reaction was that there must be some sort of emergency, but the familiar voice announcing who it was, along with the calm tone, informed him otherwise.
"One moment, please," he called back as he rose, reaching for his trousers. There was once a time when he wouldn't have dreamed of answering the door for a lady without a shirt, but a month in this place, he'd practically given up on what was now outdated and irrelevant standards. Just like the rest of his life.
He opened the door with a fretted brow and a frown. "Yes, Miss Martinelli? May I help you?"