The panties go next, and this time Eva is the one who takes them.

Anna turns in her arms. They kiss like the window isn't there, and then Anna climbs into her lap.

Eva's hands find her hips, then her back, then her hair.

Anna's head goes back. You can see her throat move when she says your name — not your name, a name, some name.

EvaYou're staring.

AnnaI know.

EvaTook you two years.

You realise, far too late, that the words weren't meant for each other.

Eva is looking past Anna's shoulder, straight through the glass, at you.