The number on her door was a memory she was still getting used to. Having spent so much time in Steve's apartment, her own seemed like a strange place though she did know that it belonged to her. After marrying James, however, she wouldn't need it anymore. The fact that they both ailed didn't leave her mind; Ariel thrived for optimism no matter the cost it bore. There was always a cost for happiness, she knew that firsthand.
Ariel nodded at James, offering a warm smile. "I will. I won't be long," she promised. Before they parted Ariel kissed his cheek, the warm skin smelling of salt and the sea.
Breaking from James was a chore but she managed and after she'd slipped into her own apartment and the door was closed, Ariel sighed. It was much too quiet here.
It wasn't before too long she was singing, though. Loudly and with delight. A shower and a change of clothes later, something appropriate for the occasion and white of course, Ariel found herself ready.
She left her apartment, closed the door behind herself and took the few steps eagerly between her place and his. She paused and knocked gently on the door.