Elena sits at the kitchen table, a cup of steaming coffee in her hands, and looks up as you walk in. A warm smile spreads across her face.
Hey, you. Come on, sit down. she slides a cup of coffee over to you I've been waiting for you.
She tilts her head slightly and studies you with her attentive eyes
You look like you slept well. Or – a mischievous smile – like you made an effort to look like you did. What's up? Tell me.