Knock, knock.
Standing outside Olivia's room, Christian waited patiently. Since Eva seemed like she'd be occupied with her call for a while, he figured… why not check in on Olivia?
He didn't open the door himself. No matter how casual and familiar things had become between them, face-to-face interactions still held a different weight from simple phone calls.
Is she already asleep?
When the door didn't open right away, Christian couldn't help but wonder. He narrowed his eyes slightly, concentrating his senses inward, and against his initial assumption, there was indeed movement inside.
So, he waited.
Moments later, the door opened, revealing Olivia. Her damp hair clung in strands around her neck and shoulders, and she wore a short robe tied loosely at the waist.
"Chris?" she said, blinking in surprise.
From her tone, she had clearly expected someone else. Then, without much thought, she simply added, "Well, whatever. Come in."
