Where: Alecto’s apartment, Saturday evening
Who: Malcolm Greengrass ( @lonexstars )
Alecto had spent the last several hours working, and also panicking. Those were her usual modes, though, so none of the anxiety was apparent on the outside. By the time the knock on her door came she was fairly sure she’d settled into a calm facade, expression barely twitching as she swung open the door wearing nothing but one of her long plum dressing gowns, embroidered with deep green and gold flowers, and lace stilettos. Well, there was some lacey frippery beneath it passing for lingerie, but she wasn’t planning on flashing the whole street.
“Malcolm,” she grinned, tapping her nails against the doorway. God, but Malcolm Greengrass was pretty. No, stop, don’t think about how pretty he is you’ll make yourself panic again. “Come in. There are drinks in the kitchen.”