They're sitting at opposite ends of the couch: Rosie sunk into her assigned reading for history class; Beau curled up on the cushions, his blocky, spotted head resting gently against her feet. When the buzzer sounds, breaking the quiet of the moment, both girl and dog look up. "If she's brought Salem with her," Rosie says, putting her book down and getting up, "you have to be nice. He's not...your normal cat." The understatement of it makes her laugh.
Calling out a brief greeting to Sabrina through the intercom, Rosie presses the button to unlock the lobby door. She ignores--or tries to--the sudden, fluttering nervousness that starts up within her. They're best friends, and while the situation between her and Nick has shifted to some new shape she's not yet familiar with, very little about that has changed. It couldn't. Neither of them, she thinks, would let it--unless it was a change for the better.
There's the faint chime of the elevator down the hall, and a knock on her front door only a moment later. "Hi," she says, opening the door and letting Sabrina step inside. "Neil's out, so it's just us for now." Rosie smiles, soft and with an edge of hesitancy. "Can...do you want something to drink or anything?"
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Calling out a brief greeting to Sabrina through the intercom, Rosie presses the button to unlock the lobby door. She ignores--or tries to--the sudden, fluttering nervousness that starts up within her. They're best friends, and while the situation between her and Nick has shifted to some new shape she's not yet familiar with, very little about that has changed. It couldn't. Neither of them, she thinks, would let it--unless it was a change for the better.
There's the faint chime of the elevator down the hall, and a knock on her front door only a moment later. "Hi," she says, opening the door and letting Sabrina step inside. "Neil's out, so it's just us for now." Rosie smiles, soft and with an edge of hesitancy. "Can...do you want something to drink or anything?"