Dante was waiting by the car.
He didn't say anything when Sera came through the door, just looked at her face and handed her a coffee from the place across the street, which meant he'd been waiting long enough to go get one and come back.
She took it. "How bad do I look?"
"You look fine." He fell into step beside her. "What happened in the corridor?"
“Nothing."
“Sera — ”
"He started to say something. I told him not yet." She got into the car. "It wasn't the place."
Dante got in the other side. His advocate was taking a separate vehicle back. Dante had arranged that before they'd walked into the building, which meant he'd anticipated she might need the drive. She noticed that, her brain quietly filing it under the long list of things Dante did quietly that she wasn't sure how to acco
