Tension spooled out of her by skeins as they walked through the building. When he turned on the light, she was even smiling. The apartment suited him, and it was a far cry from the sterile box-like place she'd imagined him to live in. It smelled like him.
Beauty went straight to the window and stood at the edge of the left side. The streets below were empty, or seemed to be. Still, she spent the time to search the dark places before finding a place to sit. Her heels came off and she tucked her legs under her.
He hadn't pressed, and she was grateful for it. Others had, and it'd been worse to have to force out the words to satisfy someone else. But Errol asked without pushing, and those three words he'd said - Can I help? - helped more than anyone else's.
"Someone was waiting for me, the last time I opened the store. He knew my name."