Bela had returned to her apartment after a long day of researching and looking for her newest pet project. You were waiting for her, sitting on her bed as she nonchalantly put her things away.

"Are you going to say why you're here, or shall I guess, love?" She looked back at you, honey-coloured hair tumbling over her back as she shed her jacket and tossed it on the chair beside her vanity.

She glanced back at you, running a brush through her hair. "I really don't know how long I can play the guessing game, darling," she hummed.