Irie came down slowly. He'd helped to make all these changes and design choices, but every night when he got up, things were different. He could not be involved in the actual work for a lot of it since movers and delivery men did not work at night, so it was a shock every night. This night, not a lot had changed, at least upstairs, and the heavy curtains remained shut.
He inched down the stairs and paused, staring down at Amara. His chest squeezed strangely as he watched her. If his heart had worked properly, would it be pounding? Feeling even more awkward now he came down the rest of the way.
"Good evening," he said.