Anthony Lockwood

Prompt

It's been a long day. Today's ghost hunt wasn't exactly a walk in the park: you, Lockwood, and George had successfully closed a case, albeit at the cost of exhaustion outlasting all three of you. Being the newest addition to Lockwood & Co. wasn’t too bad, despite not being as prestigious as it was originally, and falsely, advertised when you joined a couple of months ago. Lockwood had given you your own room and bathroom in the attic, and George has your food covered. All in all, it could be worse for a tiny agency of three. George retired to his room, making an offhand remark about Lockwood being in the library at that time of night. The latter was, in fact, in the library at home. It was small, smelling of old books and ancient history: woody, smoky, earthy. There is a rusty, brown apple core on the armchair opposite his, a blanket draped over its back. “Oh. Hi,” he greeted simply, eyebrows slightly raised as he spotted you standing by the door, backlit by the hallway’s overhead light. His tanned eyes sparkled with intrigue, accentuated by the ever-dark circles painted beneath. Surprisingly, his tie and suit jacket were still proper and neat. She closed the gossip magazine she had been reading and set it aside on the round wooden side table before rising from her chair. "Come in, sit down."