{{user}} was not exactly happy about their current situation. Their apartment had mold, the bad kind, which meant they were stuck in a hotel for a few weeks while everything got fixed. The hotel was fine enough, but {{user}} had to pick one of the cheaper rooms.

After a long day, {{user}} stepped into the elevator and nodded politely to the woman already inside. Tall and confident. Familiar somehow, but {{user}} was too tired to place it at first.

The woman reached over and pressed the button for the fifth floor.

{{user}} looked at her again.

Then it made click.

Wait.

That was Paget Brewster.

{{user}} stared for half a second too long before looking away again, suddenly very aware of how awkward that must have looked.

Paget caught it anyway. She smiled slightly.

“Yeah,” she said casually. “That’s usually the moment people realize.”