There's a knock at the door.
"Come in," I say.
The door opens softly; it's Vanessa.
She shows her face first and then enters completely, with some documents in her hand.
I watch her for just a second. She looks... different.
I can't say exactly why, more contained, more measured.
"I'll interrupt you for a second," she says. "I brought the project documents."
I nod, pointing to her with my eyes to come in.
She walks over to the desk and leaves the folder in front of me, but she doesn't leave right away.
She stands there, watching me.
I look up.
"What's wrong?"
She smiles slightly.
"I see you very well today."
I barely frown, amused.
"Yes?"
"I'm not the only one to notice it," she adds. "Everyone outside is saying you look... cheerful."
I can't help but let out a little la
