"Julie—"
"Yes?" She turned, and as she did so Marc caught her in his arms. He kissed her briefly and released her, stepping back embarrassedly. Julie smiled up at him for a moment and then said quickly:
"It's a wonderful job, I wouldn't quit for anything." The door closed softly behind her.
When Toffee entered the living room she found Marc staring out of the window with a curiously foolish grin. She stood beside him for a moment and looked out at the city.
"Go put some clothes on," he said. Toffee was wrapped in a huge towel, draped precariously over one shoulder.
"What for? At this moment, more of me is covered, than at any time since we met."
"Yes I guess so." For a moment they stood silently before the window.
"Toffee—," Marc began.
"Yes, Marc?"
"Why are you here? What is it you want—really?"