The Practical Joke IV

Two weeks later, 7 Eastbourne Rd.

Levi could tell that Saturday was different the second the redhead walked in his flat for their weekly Game Night. For one, she was earlier than usual, and two, she had her laptop with her. And three was the most obvious; she was not wearing heels, no trace of makeup was on her face, and she wasn't in a dress. And most of all, not even an ounce of perfume can be smelt on her.

Sam turned to the blond sitting on the sofa after hanging her jacket by the door. His feet placed comfortably on top of the center table, reading a book in his long elegant hands. "Mind if I finish my thesis here, while you work on something?" the redhead asked, making her way towards his work table in the living room. She propped her laptop on his study table before he could even answer.