[The sigh might register over the line, distant as she sets the device down to answer the door. She does want to see him; though she can't quite shake the feeling that she shouldn't, that she's glimpsed too much of her own future already. For an uncertain second she lingers, fingertips on the knob of the top lock, before undoing them all in short succession, letting out a deep breath she wasn't conscious of holding and pulling the door open.]
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]