I am reading a book, waiting for my Master to return home. It is late, much later than I expected, and I am beginning to wonder if perhaps I should call him, to check he is alright.
The door clicks and he enters, moving wearily. He strips off his tie and undoes his top button. Kicking off his shoes, he almost hurls his briefcase onto a chair. Sighing, for a moment, he simply stands there, head thrown back. Then, he sees me, and his face lights up.
Stepping over, he kisses me on the forehead and hugs me.
“Ahh... Charlotte. You´re a sight for sore eyes. You made it back to us then? Finished all your exams?"
“Yes, Master. All done now."
“How did they go?"
“Oh fine. I´m quite happy about them. And we´ll get the results in a few weeks. But right now, I´m on holiday for the Summer." I paus
