Window
The familiar thud of the door.
Somewhere in the antechamber, Rachel could hear his voice. Joyce was lightly berating him for something, whatever he had brought that had interrupted her work. There was a deep laugh. Rumbling and familiar. She felt it.
A smile tugged on her lips and she caught sight of his blazer in the corner of the window.
"I'll let you off this once," Joyce's voice was heard, somewhere in the corner.
"You're a star, Joyce."
There was a rustle. Craning her neck, she noticed that he had backed into view. The glass pane half pulled back from earlier. He glanced through, a smirk forming at the silent conversation that passed between them.
Rachel smiled too. It had been a long week. They had hardly seen each other, too occupied with the rush of deadlines. But at least they had that moment.
She often berated Joyce for leaving the small window open when they were working. It often distracted her. For once, Rachel was grateful to be distracted.