[ Her gaze softens, because she can tell he feels as bad as he looks. She ushers him into her apartment with a tsk-tsk and chiding shake of her head, peeling his jacket away from his shoulders to drape over a nearby piece of furniture. ]

I was worried. Call next time.

It's rude to keep a lady waiting, and you could have slept here.

[ She shepherds him to the worn couch she had made presentable with a few artfully pieced together floral throw blankets.]

I looked for you at the party, you know.