“Yes,” I said.

“I’m on my first day,” she explained nervously.

“I was told I should bring this to your office, but I’m not sure which elevator I’m allowed to use.”

For a moment I could almost feel cold matcha soaking through my clothes.

I remembered the ice cubes striking the marble and my husband’s face turning away from the truth.

Then I looked at the young woman’s uncertain expression and smiled.

“This one will take us both upstairs,” I said.