Ezra lounged on the couch with a smile on his lips as the TV flickered in front of him. Life was good. Or at least, the past few hours.
There was a click and he glanced over as the door opened. Olivia walked in, wearing a turtleneck sweater under a long coat. She looked elegant and composed, like she was a model for a lifestyle magazine.
"Hey, Olivia." He greeted her warmly. "Welcome home."
"Hey." Olivia responded, her eyes scanning the room. "Where's Gen?"
From her bedroom, Gen's voice floated out. "I'm in here!" A moment later, she came out, wrapped in a towel, her hair damp from a recent shower.
Olivia raised an eyebrow as she took in the scene with a hint of amusement before her expression turned serious.
