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[justasaleswoman]

As coded messages go, Verity will admit, reluctantly, that it's pretty elegant.

No note, no password, nothing someone can read over a shoulder or inadvertantly overhear. Just a key to a room, left for her with the bar.

A key to this room, in point of fact.

A room Verity's been in before. A room number she recognizes.

Who knew Ruby was so fucking sentimental?

. . . little play on words, there, Verity supposes.

Verity doesn't bother to knock, just lets herself into the room.

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[cannotforget.livejournal.com]

Ruby doesn't have a spinny black leather armchair or an intimidating wooden desk in the room for the typical 'I've been expecting you' line.

She kind of wishes she did.

Instead, there's just the standard Milliways-room furniture - bed, dresser, a small, dinky wooden chair ... and a window.

And Ruby is standing by the window, arms across her chest. She hears the sound of the key-in-lock before she sees her visitor. Either way, she'd been expecting her.

"Took you long enough."