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They had no particular schedule. Leila came to visit Mateo when she felt like it and had healed up enough from her previous spell-casting to try again and he imposed no particular cadence on her. Sometimes it was Mateo who visited Leila, sharing some papers he thought might help her better understand the craft. She was still a way's away from being able to visualise a rune from the descriptions in the papers, but she could by now work them out piece by piece, cross-referencing her notes on the nomenclature.
Today, Leila was visiting Mateo, ringing his doorbell.
It took half a minute for it to actually open. “Leila,” he greeted.
Past his shoulder, she could see Nyarai Pretorius sitting on the second stool Mateo owned, almost clipped to the computer's table, glancing up as the door opened, locking the screen with what looked like a well-honed reflex. Her eyes opened a little wider and some kind of curious smile tugged at the corner of her lips, but unlike the last time they'd crossed paths, there was no immediate commentary.
Still, it was easy to imagine those eyes held the question 'so it was a date?'.