The way the woman looked at her made Rose feel like she'd just been scraped off the sidewalk. She hadn't felt that low since she worked at Hendrick's. Matt's disembodied voice eased some of that, though, and by the time Matt's voice directed her back to him, she was already heading past the receptionist.
"Hey," she said, as she stepped into the office and closed the door. And then she went quiet.
The office felt imposing and warm at the same time -- classical and yet well-worn. She chewed her bottom lip, as she stood taking the whole office in. The bookshelves were daunting, but then there was that couch.
Matt at the desk. Papers piled askew. Rose started smiling. He looked like he belonged here.