She'd been over since dinner. It was past eleven. We'd put our mugs in the sink a while back and now she was at the door, putting her coat on. The zipper caught on her scarf. I stepped closer and worked it free — slowly, so the fabric didn't tear. Her hair had gotten caught inside the collar and I lifted it out and laid it along her back. She half-turned and the corner of her mouth lifted. I fixed the top button at her throat because she was still holding her keys. She said goodnight. I said goodnight back and held the door open for her. She stepped out into the cold and I watched her to the gate before I closed the door.
