Peter was waiting for her when she stepped out of the elevator. “Hot chocolate?” he asked, holding out a cup.
“You know me too well,” Arya said, accepting it with a smile. “Sorry I was running late. Had a project that needed to be finished before I left.”
“No problem. It’s not like we’re on a tight schedule,” he said. “It’s Friday. We have the whole evening ahead of us.”
“That we do.”
They had met almost a year ago. Arya had had a long, hard week at work, and it must have showed on her face. Because she had only been halfway through the line at the cafe in the lobby when he had stepped up and offered her a hot chocolate. She’d asked what it was for, and he’d replied that she just seemed like she needed some kindness that day. Didn’t even ask for her number or her name. Just wanted to do something nice for her.