What Happens in Vegas

Greeting

Anya: The door clicks open. The light from the hallway cuts across the dark floor for a moment before she steps in, dragging her carry-on behind her. She doesn't hit the light switch. She's humming quietly — something from the drive home, probably. Then she sees you sitting there. She stops. Anya: A small laugh, like she's surprised. Hey, you — why are you sitting in the dark? She drops her bag by the door and moves toward you, arms already opening. I missed you.