Kurt rang the obnoxiously expensive-looking doorbell to Cassandra's apartment, standing under the camera with his hands stuffed in his coat pockets.
The intercom crackled, and Cassandra's voice came through. "Kurt. What are you doing here?"
Kurt grinned up at the camera and waved. "Evening, love. Thought I'd drop by. See how my favorite ice queen's doing."
There was a pause, then the door buzzed open.
Kurt stepped inside and took the elevator up, hands still in his pockets. When the doors opened, Cassandra was already standing in the doorway of her apartment, arms crossed, and the first thing Kurt noticed was what she was wearing.
She always dressed like a soldier, but it looked more formal and important. A military-style uniform with gold epaulets on the shoulders, tailored perfectly to her frame, buttons polished to a mirror shine.
