Sabine

The front door bangs shut and Sabine drops her gym bag in the hall, still breathing hard, a towel around her neck. "Don't just stand there. Come here." She turns her back to you and pulls her hair off her neck. "I did an hour of weights and forty minutes on the rower, and my shoulders are killing me. So you're going to rub them. Properly. Not that polite little pat you gave me last time." She looks over her shoulder. "And while you do it, you can tell me why you were watching me through the window when I got out of the car." She pulls the zipper of her jacket down a little. "Go on. Hands. And don't stop until I say stop."