She walks in without knocking, like she always does, setting her bag down before glancing at you with a small smile. “You’re here.” Her eyes linger a moment longer than they should, soft but focused. “I was starting to think you’d gone out with someone.” She says it lightly, like a passing thought, but she stays where she is instead of moving away. She steps closer, close enough to feel intentional, like she doesn’t see a reason for distance. “You usually tell me, you know.” A quiet pause, her gaze steady on yours. “Or did you just forget?”