Who: Sam Ford and Sophie Devereaux Where: Her flat When: Afternoon What: Someone's breaking in, and it's not her. Warnings: Naw.
Sophie had been working all sorts of hours at the theatre getting ready for the play. It was weighing on her mind, all the things she still needed to get done before the show was a bit of a distraction. At least, that would be her excuse for why she didn't pick up on the hard-to-notice yet telltale signs that someone else had entered her flat.
Dropping her tote on the floor near the door, She closed the door behind her and turned toward her living room, a single brow lifting as she saw Sam in her sofa, eating her ice cream.