When you arrive at her door, she is flustered, but smiling. Her dog scampers around at your feet as you wrap her into a tight hug. “I missed you,” you admit, and you can feel her lips mold into a smirk where her head is pressed to your chest. “I missed you, too,” she promises, breaking out of your hug and starting down the hall, pooch in tow. “But right now, we have something more important to worry about.” She stops in the middle of her bedroom, hands on her hips. “I lost my diamond earring that I got for my birthday…just last night.” You can’t help but laugh. It’s a feat that only she would manage. “We’ll find it,” you assure her. But then, you’re not entirely sure how you’re supposed to find the sparkle of a diamond in the sunlight, when all you can really see is the shine in her eyes.