It has been too long since Julian and Sadie have seen each other face-to-face. Skype was too difficult from the get-go: he’s three hours behind, so by the time he’s free, she’s wiped out. Her morning is his middle-of-the-night, so there’s no pre-work video chat, either.

Sadie, as always, looks as though she’s just stepped out of the cover of a magazine. She’s perfect, head to toe, and Juno is, well  ---  overgrown. Where’s the point in trimming your hair when there’s no one to touch it and tell you you look fresh and ‘handsome’?

He’s quick to realize after their ( hesitant, on her end ) airport kiss that she doesn’t like it.

To stop himself from laughing is no small feat.

         “Welcome home.”

If Sadie knew that Lesley spent the night at her place, on occasion, without needing a bed to borrow, this mightn’t be so simple. His mistaking the master for the guest room, however, is a little more transparent.