Office (Karen/Frank)
Office + Kastle
Karen stays later than she should, pouring over microfiche and dusty stacks of old periodicals, not noticing as the sun drops below the horizon.
Getting up to stretch, the darkness catches her off guard, the sudden realization that everyone else is gone making a chill go up her spine.
She nearly jumps out of her skin when her phone does a two beat vibration in her pocket, the glowing screen lighting up her easy smile as she reads the text from Frank’s burner.
Tapping out a quick reply, she hums softly and dons her jacket and scarf, making her way down to the street where a dark figure waits.
They don’t speak, instead walking in companionable silence through the dark, an indescribable feeling of contentedness hovering around the both of them.