Sylvie took a warm bath and changed into something more comfortable.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, she paused in surprise. Her room had been tidied up, and the broken glass was being swept into a dustpan.
Adrian was crouched down, cleaning the mess she had planned to take care of after freshening up.
"You didn't have to do that," she said softly, feeling a little ashamed that the Professor was doing it instead.
But Adrian replied with a calm smile, "It's fine. I do this every day—it's no trouble at all."
His workshop might be a mess, always scattered with tools and materials, but his personal space was the opposite—neat and clean. Especially now, with Ariana visiting him regularly.
He dropped the last shard of glass into the dustbin and neatly placed the broom and dustpan back into a small cabinet near the entrance.
Once done, he returned to the room and asked, "Want some coffee?"
