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Ariadne shifted, her mind in turmoil. She should never have looked at that message, but it had awakened a surge of jealousy, and insecurity.

She turned, and looked at Arthur. He was still asleep. Leaning back against the pillows, she wondered how she could possibly repair the chasm that had suddenly opened up, threatening to suck them both in.

Arthur opened his eyes. Ariadne was lying next to him, asleep. He smiled, and deciding against waking her, began to sit up, swinging his legs out of the bed. As he began to leave the room, he heard a slight bleep.

Frowning, he tried to trace it. As he reached down, he realised it was his cellphone. Flipping it open, he pressed a couple of buttons, noting he had a message. As he read it, he nodded, the cool nonchalent nod of a man who does not have to explain himself. Switching it off, he headed into the kitchen.

Ariadne blinked, and opened her eyes. She'd fallen asleep, and began to sit up, uncomfortably. Arthur, she realised with a sinking heart, was not in the room. In fact - she squinted, scanning the room - nor where his clothes.

"Morning," a gentle voice said. Turning her head, she saw him, standing in the doorframe, fully dressed. He smiled. "Coffee?"

She nodded, taken aback by his presentable appearance. She felt, with a sudden pang, that she must look untidy, unkempt. He turned, but came back a few minutes later, holding two mugs. "Here."

She took one, carefully balancing it in her hands. "I should get up."

He looked at her. "Ari...we do need to talk."

She felt a sudden, sickening sensation in her stomach. The talk. It wolud be Thanks for last night, but it can't continue. He took her hand. "This evening," he said, suddenly.

She blinked. "What?"

"This evening. We'll talk." He smiled, and leaned over, kissing her forehead. "I will see you later, ok?"

She nodded, suddenly afraid of the sound her voice would make. He picked up the coffee mug, and left, as noiselessly as he had entered.

Arthur checked his watch as he hurried down the street. His late morning meeting, he felt, was in danger of leaving. Finally, he reached the restaurant, and scanned the room.

She was sitting, facing the window. He walked over, noting how her hair was tied up in the back. "Lisette?"

She smiled. "Arthur!" Standing up, she moved to kiss him on the cheek. "I've been waiting. And as for the other night-"

Arthur sat down, sighing. "The other night when I told you it was possible to do this job?" he raised an eyebrow. "Don't try and make out it was something it wasn't."

She smiled, and placed her hand on his. "It could be."

Arthur swallowed, and carefully withdrew his hand.

Ariadne got up, and began to walk around the apartment. Arthur had gone, and that night, they were going to talk.

Suddenly, she blinked. Why should he make all the decisions?

Swallowing, a plan began to form in her mind.

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