Living together as a couple started out very good on the first night. Emily brought some of her stuff over, and they had drinks on the balcony to celebrate her arrival.
The next morning morning, Emily wanted to spend some time on her sketches but kept being distracted by Byron traipsing in and out of her room between work meetings and chatting about random topics. It was hard to get angry with him for interrupting because he was so happy to see her there. But did he have to come in nearly every half hour and interrupt her workflow?
Finally she tried to tell him gently that she wanted to get some work done.
“You’re right,” Byron said at once, “I should have thought of that! How about you keep your door closed, and I’ll knock if I have something important to say?”
“Sounds good,” she repl
