I pulled the car up on the driveway of Briony's apartment building and turned towards her, a small smile on my face.
"Well then, goodnight partner," she said. She opened her door and was about to step out but I said, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Briony turned to me with a look of amusement on her face. "It's two in the morning. That's not really a time for invitations you know."
"It is for me."
With a shrug, she muttered, "Then come in."
I followed Briony as she led me into the building, up some stairs and finally to her front door. She rummaged through her handbag for her key and when she found it, jabbed it into the keyhole. With a light click, the door swung open and as we walked in, Briony muttered, "Make yourself at home."
I've visited her place a few times before but I never failed to feel that pang of 'weirdness' as I'd like to put it. It's strange for me to see her have a more rundown home than I. Makes me feel superior in a bad way, if it's possible to feel so. An example: comparison of our cars. I have the cool fast Mercedes and she's stuck with a small grandma vehicle. Very professional.
Making my way towards the small area of space I considered the 'hall', I sat down on a chair and leaned back, stretching my arms in front of me. The pop of the sockets came and as I opened my eyes after shutting them tightly for a quick yawn, I saw Briony walk out her room in a loose t-shirt and shorts. Wow, she has long legs. Did I just-? I quickly looked away when I noticed her eyes were on me and cleared my throat.
"So, a television huh?" I asked, tilting my head towards the new improvement she'd made for her place. Briony grinned in response and sat down across me.
"I need entertainment apart from my own life you know."
"Ah. But that's the thing isn't it? We have enough in our own."
She rolled her eyes at me, something she likes to do with me and asked, "Would you like anything? Coffee perhaps?"
"Nah, I'm full with the dinner we had. I'll pay you back for it by the way."
"No need to," she replied, moving towards the kitchen area, probably to fetch herself a drink. I got up and followed her towards the small room, ducking my head to prevent hitting it against the low doorway.
"I do have some shame after you called me a cheap bastard," I scoffed and she laughed in reply, a sound I rarely recieved from her as I'm usually never the cause for it.
"That was more of an instinct thing," she muttered, occupied by looking for the electronic kettle and mug. I handed her the coffee powder nearby and continued talking. "If you're saying that cursing someone is an instinct thing, I wonder how you've survived so far in the SIS," I teased.
Punching me lightly on the arm in reply, she moved past me and the buzz of the kettle began as the water began to heat inside it. I leaned against the marble counter and watched her do her things. She caught my eye and paused for a second.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's...nothing. It's just kind of strange that we've known each other for so long yet how little we know of each other. And if we're going to be on this mission its best we do."
She smiled and asked, "What do you want to know?"