He was in the foyer when she got back from the client building.
This was not where he usually was. The foyer was a transitional space, a through-space, the penthouse's functional entrance and nothing more. Nobody sat in the foyer and waited. And yet he was there — not sitting, standing, with the quality of someone who had arrived and not moved anywhere further, who had run out of forward motion somewhere in the foyer and stayed.
She came through the elevator and he looked at her.
She looked at him.
She had spent the afternoon with the client presentation and Vikram outside and the city going about its Wednesday and the specific practiced discipline of being a professional in a professional context, and it had held. But now she was home — she thought the word home and registered it and
