Franz stood near the entrance adjusting the cuff of his coat while waiting for Arianne to finish closing the last of the documents she had been reviewing. Her tablet rested on the table beside the sofa, the screen glowing as she skimmed through the final page.
He watched.
Even after months of working together again, she carried the same habit she had always had: finishing every task before allowing herself to leave a room. He had learned not to interrupt it. The few times he had tried, early on, she had simply looked at him and returned to the page.
He watched her now. The way her eyes moved across the screen. The way her thumb tapped the edge of the tablet when she was processing something. The way she didn't rush.
A moment later she tapped the screen and closed the device.
When she approached the entrance she had already fastened the first few buttons of her coat and wrapped her scarf around her neck.
"You're finished?" Franz asked.
"Yes."
