A Visit (For wesley_w_price and <lj site="livejournal.com" user=

Fred locked the door to her car, brushing at the loose strands of hair that framed her face. Fall had kicked up a steady wind, and lately it all bothered her more often than not. She huffed a breath in its general direction, not really expecting any results. The morning had been busy at least. She'd been down at Focus again, supervisisng the arrival of several pieces of furniture. And then there had ben emailing Emma sending her all the contact information she'd requested, now that all the phone lines were up and working. Finally? To the printers, for the not-so-strange combination of business cards and drink menus.

Which had left her day ending up not too far from Wesley and Bens'. Impulsively Fred had decided to stop by, for two reasons. She hadn't been all the coherent for Ben's attemt at tea and talking the other day, and felt she owed him something like an apology. And then there had been the part where the party hadn't gone all that well.

Fred swallowed a small sigh, and knocked on the door.