"Good. I'm glad you had that time with her," Faye said, again meaning it and actually stopping with the goddamn door for a second to make sure she sounded serious. (As serious as she could while still tipsy.) "You're lucky."

Finally -- finally -- she got the door open. And...you know what, she was just going to leave it open as she finally stumbled inside.

It wasn't an invitation, exactly, so much as -- look, she wasn't going to shut the door in his face, come on.