Ēn Chén opened the door to the flat and pulled a foot out of each shoe by using the toe to pull it up off and then flip it towards the shoe rack. They never landed neatly, but it didn't matter they would end up that way, eventually. He slid his feet into his slippers and paused, noticing the neatly put-away shoes covered in grass and the tiniest bit of mud. Sure enough, in the little rack on the other side, Zhēng Yù's slippers were gone.
'He came back.'
'He's here.' Ēn Chén's heart thumped crazily in his chest and he willed it to calm the heck down so he could hear without the steady noise in the back of his ears.
He tucked a hand into the pocket of his navy blue slacks and walked over to the door, his suit jacket thrown over his left arm as usual. He loosened his light blue tie and cleared his throat softly. Before raising a knuckle, to knock on the door.
"Go away Ēn Chén." Zhēng Yù snapped from behind the closed door.
