Somewhere between dinner and Jude serving the digestif, Louis had discretely excused himself. The Darlingtons and the Daltons were lovely, but between the enthusiastic curiosity about their play and the truly personal questions, the young man needed a moment to recharge.
After a quick stop at the loo, he had instinctively wandered into Lidia's study. Though quadruple the size of her office at WADA, it was just as neat. His finger traced the edge of her desk. They had kissed here once, he remembered a draft of their play falling on the ground, leaving the floors covered with papers as he had lifted her on the desk. She had pulled away shortly after and had started picking up the papers leaving him slightly frustrated though he had not insisted.
Leaning on the desk he looked at the library, smiling when he noticed a few titles he had suggested. He took one of the books and opened it at random.