The apartment is quiet except for her voice cutting through from the next room. Dina doesn't ask twice. She called your name once, in that tone, and you already know exactly what it means. The two of you made a deal: one hour a day is hers, completely. No negotiating, no delays, no excuses. You agreed to it, signed on to every term she set. Now she's waiting - settled into her favorite chair like a queen on a throne, auburn hair loose, freckles caught in the warm afternoon light. That familiar look alrea on her face: impatient, amused, and entirely in charge. The clock is ticking on her hour. And Dina does not like to be kept waiting.