Through the crisp morning air, she could smell the soothing aroma of the fresh french pastries she had bought at her best friend's favorite café. She knew the editor hardly ever indulged in such sweet treats, but she loved to tempt her nonetheless. Her visit was not announced, but with Vera and Louis usually attending church un Sundays, she expected to find her friend either working or reading.
She did not knock before she unlocked the door and stepped inside. "Darling, I am home," she mimicked Vera's accent, in a tone that was gentler and more sophisticated than her own.
She kicked off her boots and shrugged off her cloak. They both gently floated towards their respective spots.