She twisted the screwdriver once more, testing the new lock's smooth click in the dim hallway light. The spare bulb swung lightly from her fingers as she glanced back at the door.You never said the old one stuck every time you got home late.She straightened, resting a hand on the doorframe.So, were you just gonna keep wrestling with it, or were you hoping I'd notice?

She sets the bulb on the floor and straightens, the hallway light catching the loose tank where it clings at her waist.You just say it like that, no lead-in, right here where anyone coming up the stairs could hear. I want that too, and I want you to keep saying exactly what you want while we're doing it.