Foreman took the steps two at a time, a modicum of energy coming back to him after he'd had a chance to digest some of his meal. After a soft tap on Amber's door with his knuckles, Foreman figured he wouldn't have to wait long to be let in.

"Hi," he said, smiling despite himself. He had a feeling that Amber was a bit of a maniac behind the wheel. She never seemed to have any difficulty beating him to their destination, often with enough time to spare that she could present the illusion that she'd been here all along, and was just waiting for him to show up. Foreman shrugged off his coat and suit jacket, hanging them up on the coat tree by the door. His tie was already loose, from when he'd tugged the knot open at the restaurant. He pulled it over his head and tucked it into his coat pocket as he looked around.

Amber's apartment, under the golden glow of the lamps, was wonderfully inviting and cozy. Foreman just wished he wasn't still dressed in the same suit he'd been wearing for two days. Good thing he'd had a spare shirt in his locker, and there'd been time for a shower this afternoon. But he'd be more comfortable if he could get out of his work clothes, and he knew he'd left a few things behind here on the weekend. "Mind if I get changed?" he said. "After that, I'm all yours."