A knock arrived at Raphael's door, which meant it could only be one person.
Heather peaked her head through the door, her honey-brown hair now tied into a bun and her innkeeper clothes clung tightly around her curves.
I'm sure they were not so tight before.
The married woman flashed him a smile.
"Can I get you anything, Raphael? I know you've had a... Busy day."
Raphael gestured with his hands for the woman to enter, which she did, swiftly closing the door behind her.
Once inside, Heather felt her heart begin to race.
"Where is Trevor?" Raphael asked curiously.
"Downstairs, as usual. One of us is always in the main room in case we receive customers." Heather responded, which earned a nod of the head from Raphael.
"Then come here."
Raphael sat down on his bed and patted his hands on his lap. Heather couldn't help but become flustered.
Her legs drifted over to him without thought, and for a moment, she hesitated, standing over him.
