Standing at the threshold, he studied the intent look on her face as she worked. Quietly, he asked, “What are you doing?”
She spared him a quick glance, then bent again to her task. Surrounded by a plethora of womanly bottles and mysterious potions, he felt like he’d stumbled into an alchemist’s den.
“Serious research.” She straightened, finished with her project, critically assessing her handiwork.
Sitting beside her, he laughed, enchanted, when she raised her feet to the edge of the coffee table.
Each toenail was a different color, a kaleidoscope of gleaming beauty. She smiled, pleased at his appreciation.