You were momentarily surprised to see Selina standing there. Your neighbour and work colleague at the museum, you see enough of her without her coming to visit.
Jamming your hand into the pocket, you reassure yourself the stone is hidden. You don't want to get fired for taking museum property home. A few years older than you, she lords her experience over you. Suspecting it's frustration, that she's stuck in a dead-end museum job, your casual attitude only irritates her more.
"Come in.... come in..." you invite, your tone artificially breezy and light. You wave her towards the kitchen, ready to share a coffee and a chat.
It feels like the stone is burning a hole in your pocket... Not literally, but metaphorically. Absolutely sure it must be to do with the stone. Having just discovered its powers, you aren't about to surrender it.
Boiling the water, you potter about making two hot mugs. Naturally as colleagues, (or in Selina's mind Superior & Junior), you keep the conversation light and breezy. Despite your dislike for her, she's a very attractive woman.
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