Jarred by Rose bumping past, it was settled. She was real. A real pain. Just as always. Basil rolled his eyes and followed her demanding attitude into the lift. Without answering, his hand reached across her and deftly pressed the button for ground level.
Stepping back, Basil casually reclined against the wall. Hands stuffed in his pockets and ankles crossed, he watched as the doors closed before turning lazily toward Rose. "When did you get back?"
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