Becky parked outside CGI headquarters as early evening settled over the capital. The building's lights were already on, glowing in sharp rectangular blocks against the deepening blue sky. The city moved into its night rhythm around us, streetlights flickering to life one by one, distant traffic humming, the low murmur of people heading home.
"Finally," she said, hands still on the wheel. Neither of us moved for a moment.
In the corridor ahead, Sherry appeared briefly at the glass entrance. She looked out, scanning the lot, then turned and walked back inside, her silhouette disappearing behind the reflective doors.
Becky watched it happen, fingers tapping once on the steering wheel.
"Are you two something?" she asked.
"No," I said.
"Not yet would have been the honest answer," she replied, turning to look at me. "Sherry grew up under our roof. I've never seen her carry herself the way she does around you."
"We're good friends," I said.
