" unless you're here to tell me that it's cancelled, don't bother. " carmen's voice cuts through the serenity of the spa, feeling a shadow looming over her that isn't a friendly, slightly terrified technician with a green tea or towels. she knows it's ben by the smell of him, the sound of his breathing, the way he shifts his weight and shoves his hands in his pocket. also, she can hear the clinking of his belt buckle and keys, and nobody else in here is wearing anything but terry cloth- or whatever peaceful peach is the shade of uniform dress code. " i was such a cunt this morning that they actually checked me in here, to calm down. " them being the vague mention of carmen's team, who possesses a constant track record of going behind her back with their spindly, puppet string fingers. meddling. " don't worry, i'll be there. "