Joan had been expecting Harker for a long while now. Finally, she heard her door click open.
She rushed to meet him.
"Joan, I…." Harker looked a little anxious, scratching his forearm. "I…. How are you?"
Joan snorted. "Still awake, surprisingly. I should have added in the note that you meet me before midnight. I'm a pretty old woman after all."
Harker chuckled softly. "Yeah, you like Tinderella but instead of turning into a dirty girl dressed in rags, you turn into a couch potato."
They were joking around like usual but it was clear how the awkward atmosphere between them remained. Joan shifted from foot to foot, then finally said: "You going inside?"
Harker nodded, and sat followed her inside. Only the light of a bed lamp lit the room, and it only ever barely reached the edge of the queen sized bed.
Joan sat at the edge of that bed, and patted the space by her side.
