who: @avimohan where: avi's home
Leyla didn't rush up the steps. She never rushed into closed doors, especially ones that meant something. The house was quiet from the outside, lights warm behind the windows, the faint suggestion of movement inside. Dinner. An invitation that hadn't been casual, not really, even if they'd both treated it like it was.
She adjusted the collar of her coat once, unnecessary, a habit more than anything. The dessert balanced carefully in one hand, the other lifting to knock, firm, controlled, no hesitation. When the door opened, her gaze lifted to meet his without flinching, a cool steadiness wrapped in something softer tonight. "Hope you didn't burn anything waiting on me," she said calmly. "I brought the dessert, as promised." She tipped the container slightly in demonstration. "Smells real nice in there."