"Describe it," she said curiously. "Is it posh?" * * * "Well, it smells great," he said, kissing her cheek again.
He laughed. "Not really. It's just average. Nothing special." *** She turned her head, kissing him. "Thanks."
"What a crime," she teased. "How will you manage?" * * * He gave her a grin before letting go of her, going over to the fridge and opening it. "Do you want some juice?"
He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'm just looking forward to coming back." *** She glanced back at him. "Sure."
She was quiet before she spoke. "Okay. I miss you." * * * He reached up. "Can you even reach these up here?"
"I miss you too," he said. "I'll call you again soon." *** She glared at him playfully. "That's rude."
"Okay," she said slowly. "... I love you, Lev." * * * "Am I right? Do you have a stepstool around her somewhere?"
"Talk to you soon," she replied, hanging up. She exhaled slowly before a small, infectious smile crossed her face and she laughed to herself. * * * "Ha! I was right!"
Beck was standing at the arrivals, her bright red trenchcoat standing out in the crowd. She was looking around, but she hadn't noticed him yet. * * * He came over to her. "Ronny."
