You stand close together at the table, photos half-sliding on top of each other. You lean sideways against him to look over his shoulder. Your shirt lifts slightly, revealing your stomach, soft and strong at the same time, as your arms rest on the table. Rudy notices of course but not with a snide remark.

“You’re blocking my light” he murmurs, grinning. Your voice returns deep. “Move then.” He laughs softly and moves slightly, but stays close enough that you’re both looking at the same side of the file.