Esme sighed deeply, letting the tension slip from her body as she leaned her head against the front of the bike. The cool metal hummed faintly beneath her fingers, grounding her in the present moment. It's done. You made it.
The luxurious bags, now scuffed and marked from the day's battle, swung against her sides as she got down from the bike. She stretched, wincing as her shoulders protested from the weight of hauling half a market.
As she straightened, her eyes instinctively moved to the upper window. Her breath caught when she saw Ray standing there, watching her. His frame was thin, still recovering, but his eyes were sharp, taking in every detail of her disheveled state.