it’s been a long weekend. the type of job that requires her to spend extended time with a client — hang off their arm at a fancy event, entertain them in private at night, and long into the next morning. lotte isn’t the type of person to ever let her phone die, knows the importance of being able to make a call quickly if things go south. but this particular client had been insistent. no phone, her full attention. and in return, a bigger reward. she’d complied with hidden hesitance, and upon returning home is still to switch it back on, too eager to wash away the feel of him on her skin. scrub all traces clean until she feels close to human again. warm droplets ease aching muscles as she stands in the shower, dissociative stare focused on her feet. a sudden burst of sound has her snapping out of it, a trickle of fear at the thought of someone being in her apartment, her safe space. a towel is loosely wrapped around her frame, silent on her tiptoes as she moves throughout the space with her heart in her throat. that is until she rounds the corner and sees him standing there. “ what the fuck, renzo ?! ” voice echoes, shakiness causing it to waver. but there’s an undeniable soar in her chest at the idea of him being here, even if it's cloaked in confusion. " why are you here — couldn't wait until monday for your cut ? " forces a teasing smile, attempts to find the composure that seems to slip more and more each time he's near. doesn't want to allow herself to think he may be here out of concern, but the thought nags. so much so she takes a few steps closer, as if with the intention to show him that, physically, she's fine. " why are you here ? " blonde questions again, voice barley above a whisper. soon betrayed by the softening of her gaze that tells him she's glad that he is. because despite her weekend being spent with another man, her mind had foolishly been stuck on him.
