Letter.

Riley stepped into the house, the familiar scent of home wrapping around him. But as he moved into the main room, his heart skipped a beat at the sight before him.

Eleanor was in the training area, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit that accentuated her toned physique, engaged in an intense workout. 

For a moment, he was frozen, the urge to turn away battling with an inexplicable desire to watch her. He felt like he was intruding, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. Her movements were fluid, powerful, and mesmerizing.

"Riley, you know you can't just stand there," Eleanor suddenly called, breaking his trance. "If you're going to lurk like a ghost, you might as well learn something useful while you're at it."

He chuckled nervously, realizing he'd been caught. "I was just... uh, admiring your skills," he stammered, suddenly feeling sheepish.