"C'mon in."

Kate is, actually, filling in some notes and numbers, bent over her bureau with her back to the door. She looks over her shoulder just to be sure he's alone when he enters.

There's murmuring outside her window; people are getting thick in the streets as the hour approaches noon. A sudden breeze rustles the pages of her tablet and steals her attention back. She's quick to keep the papers in place so she can finish her scribbling.

"Better?"