It's been a long day. No more busy or dramatic than usual, but a long one. So Anika can be forgiven, perhaps, for wanting nothing more than to go home and curl up in bed and do absolutely nothing else for the rest of the evening. She can hopefully also be forgiven for just standing and staring like a fool when she registers that Alex is, indeed, just lounging on her bed like she owns the place.

Then the spluttering starts.

There's a lot of questions to be asked here but obviously, the most important one is "How did you get into my room?!"