Xavier came out of his room, hair still a bit damp, clean shirt on, looking like he'd just ironed out the chaos from last night. The place was quiet. Lilia had probably already left for her classes. Lyra… somewhere out there stuffing her face, no doubt.
He moved towards the kitchen to have a drink, but then the doorbell rang.
Xavier sighed, rubbing his neck before heading to the door. When he opened it, Viola was standing there, hair neat, eyes sharp as ever.
"Well, this is rare," he said, tilting his head. "What happened?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Why? Can't I come to your apartment without a reason?"
Xavier leaned against the frame, smirking a little. "It's not that. Just… unusual. You don't usually drop by, not even for a second."
Viola rolled her eyes. "I was bored. I had nothing better to do."
"Fair enough," Xavier muttered, stepping aside and letting her in. "You want something to drink?"
