Brooke smiled at Rachel as she entered. Gingerly, she set her black and white clutch down on one of the side tables near the entrance of the room and walked in, the scent of freshly brewing tea gently wafting into Brooke's nose. She set the tin down on Rachel's desk and said, "Cookies. For the tea. They're lemon-and-anise flavoured." She lowered herself into her usual seat, smoothed her skirt out, and crossed her legs all lady-like.

Then she looked up at Rachel, feeling...something.

Wait, no. She knew that feeling. Now that she was letting Rachel in, she realized that she knew that feeling all too well.

She shot up from her chair. "What happened?"