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Luthen knew how long it took her to travel to the fountain and check for messages. He’d felt a mild sort of worry when he glanced at the chrono an hour ago and realized Kleya had been gone much longer than usual. The worry grew and grew, solidifying inside of him until he heard the sound of the gallery doors opening, and a rush of relief overtook him.
At the exact moment Kleya crossed the threshold into the workshop, he asked, “Where have you been?”
“Why?” Kleya frowned slightly. “We don’t have any clients or deliveries scheduled for today.”
“I’m aware. Where were you?”
“Out.”
“Out? Kleya.”
“I had to check the fountain.”
“For hours?”
She sighed. “You caught me. I’m an ISB spy. Zhelldays are when I submit my reports on you.”
“Very funny.” Luthen waited for her to speak, and when she didn’t, he continued in a softer tone, “I don’t like not knowing where you are.”
Kleya lifted her satchel, previously hidden from Luthen’s view from where he was seated. She set the bag on the counter, opened it, and pulled out a small pastry box. She slid it towards Luthen. As he lifted the lid, Kleya said, “You said you liked them.” She paused. “Happy birthday.”
His heart squeezed so tight that Luthen had to hesitate before speaking. “You didn’t have to remember.”
“I don’t have to do anything.”
“Thank you.” He extended his arm in her direction. Kleya inclined her body, accepting the brief, half hug. It was more touch than she normally allowed, and it was more than enough for Luthen.