"Everything in her power to put a stop at their relationship,." Guinevere lied.

Tiptoeing into her house, avoiding the creaky step, Guinevere made her way to her desk and soundlessly opened the little drawer. Picking up a random piece of ripped paper, smiling to herself, she read;

"…Yours always, Claire."

Walking cautiously on the stairs leading to their loft, not wanting to rip the painting they had just bought, the happy couple made their way up;

"Damnit! I left the keys in the car."

Laughing heartily, Annabelle replied "And I left mine inside. So I guess it’s my turn to run downstairs isn’t it?" It wasn’t the first time it had happened. They both had pathological problems with their keys.

Smiling softly, Simone nodded "Yep. And, let’s always make it your turn. You’re young, you can run marathons. I’m old, I can’t."

"That’s a very cheap excuse, you know that. I don’t hear you complain when things get athletic in bed. You know, your age crap isn’t working anymore. Just train some more."

"I won’t!" Simone defended herself.

"Huh huh. You can with Me." Responded Annabelle cheekily.

Neither of them had noticed their neighbours, a thirty something couple with their child, getting out of their apartment, smiling widely at the scene.

"Well, maybe I need more training to- Hey!" Finally noticing the family on their doorstep, Simone blushed.

"Hello girls. Need some help?" the man asked.

"Nah, we’re fine. Annabelle was about to make a run downstairs for the keys."

"Again?" the woman asked.

Blushing as well, Annabelle nodded.

"Well, if you want we can keep an extra key with us, that way you wouldn’t have to do that all the time."

"Yes, and you wouldn’t have to decide on your doorstep who’s the most trained to do so." Added the man laughing softly.

Annabelle and Simone shared a brief guilty but amused look before turning to their neighbours, smiling warmly. "Thanks. That’s sweet. Where are you heading anyway?"

"Well, erm, your apartment. Our baby sitter just let us down, and it’s our anniversary. Could you take care of Mike for the evening? That is if it doesn’t disturb your training plans."

Smiling widely, Annabelle replied "Nah, it’s okay. We’ll train later," before punching Simone in the ribs teasingly with her elbow.