The moment Lyse stepped through the door of James's apartment, she was met with a whirlwind of anxious energy. James, his usually relaxed demeanor replaced by a frantic pacing, rushed towards her, his eyes wide with concern. He enveloped her in a tight hug, his relief palpable.
"Lyse! Thank God you are back!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with worry. "Where did you go? You scared me half to death!"
Lyse sighed, her own anxieties momentarily overshadowed by James's concern. "I am sorry, James," she said, her voice soft. "I didn't mean to worry you."
James pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Where did you go? You left in the middle of the night, without even a note. I was worried sick!"
"I had to go get Levi," Lyse explained, her voice laced with exasperation. "He was… he was drunk, can you believe it?"
James's mouth opened wide. "Levi? Is he okay?" He asked sympathetically.
