She looked up from her laptop screen as her ears caught an exasperated sigh from the hallway. Glancing to her left, she eyed his tense sauntering form making his way towards her on the couch. She caught the frustrated hand he ran through his hair, now sporting weeks of growth thanks to the current lockdown. He’d complained for weeks about needing a haircut, but she liked his dark blonde strands slightly longer. It complemented his newly sprouting “quarantine” beard quite well, a stark and alluring contrast to his typical clean-shaven presentation. “That must have been an intense call,” she noted as he dropped down on the couch next to her, tossing his phone on the side table. “You were in your study for over two…