Freyr gazed absently out of the plate glass window as the Elevator sped up to the twenty seventh floor. It granted a view of the University, the prison, the neighbourhoods of south Atlanta. Further beyond that was the sea and beyond that, the Caribbean. Freyr wished she was on the beach right now. Sell four houses a week like father had done and she’d be able to take trips to the bahamas every so often. He’d been right in the middle of mentoring Freyr about the subtle nuances of realty when he’d died of congestive heart failure. Freyr remembered the funeral, with all the crying and sobbed speech making, like it was yesterday. The door pinged open and she turned around into the plush carpeted corridor which led to their flat. A huge bay window on her right extended her view of Georgia as she walked. Flat 2704. Slotting her key into the lock she pushed her way in and inspected it as she always did. 

The flat was airy and cool, the fans were working overtime. A jug from the fridge had found it’s way out onto the kitchen island and was now creating a little puddle on the polished granite. She walked a little way in and dropped her bag unceremoniously on the floor, her mouth opened to call Indy but just as she did so his hands hooked around her waist and her call turned into a little sigh/moan. Shimmying round so that they were facing, Freyr batted her eyelids at the tweed suit she hated before looking up at Indy and putting her lips fully and quite satisfyingly against his, arms around his neck. “Of course i did, and i know you missed me.” She said teasingly, wiggling out of his grasp and pouring herself a glass of water. “You’re back early, how was your new work?” She asked, heading over to the shower room as she said that. Noise travelled ridiculously far and they often made a joke of having conversations while in opposite sides of the flat.

Closing the door but not locking it, Freyr quickly stripped down and hopped in the shower, turning the water on full and freezing cold. Another of the supposedly 'strange' things about her daily routine. Hot water in the morning, cold water after work. It applied to everything: drinking water, shower water. You name it. Hot water kept her buzzing whereas cold water relaxed and unwound her. It was certainly hot enough outside to warrant it, sweat had gathered on her brow and under her arms.