Click, click, click. The sound of high heels on hard wood echoed through the two story home. Althea Kontis had just returned home from a long day at work, and the first thing she did was kick off those awful things. Not that she didn't like the effects of heels as much as the next woman, but they did have a tendency to kill the feet; whether one was on them all day or just on and off the way she was. Aside from the heels her current outfit consisted of dark gray slacks that flared at the bottoms and a pale blue, button-up blouse. It wasn't often that she was able to dress in business casual with the job that she worked, so she took advantage of every opportunity that she did get. A soft sigh drifted from her lips as her feet hit the hardwood floors and the aches began to subside almost immediately. She reached up and pulled out the tie in her hair that had held it in a high pony-tail for most of the day and closed her eyes on a satisfied sigh. The dark brown tresses fell around her shoulders and the longest of them reached the small of her back. She tended to wear her hair cut in long layers; mostly because she liked it long, but also liked it to have some 'texture' to it. When she did wear it down the layers framed her face which accentuated her high cheek-bones and arched eyebrows. Her brows weren't pencil thin the way that most women wore them, as she found that took too much effort, but she did still shape them on occasion. Besides, they did the job of showing off the most stunning feature of her face; which was the color of her eyes, a deep forest green. Of course make-up helped to bring out all her features; except her lips which were a bit on the too full side for her liking. Of course, that was just her opinion, and probably why the most she ever wore on her lips was gloss to make them shimmer. After a moment or two of standing in the entry way of her home; just enough time to allow her feet to relax a bit, she padded across the foyer and entered her living room. The house wasn't massive, but then what use had she for an overly large home? Still; it was more than large enough for a woman who, for the most part, lived by herself; or at least as far as anyone else knew. Althea flopped down lightly on the sofa in her living room and propped her feat up on the little duvet that she had placed near the end of the couch that she tended to sit on the most. She let her head drop back and her eyes drift closed for a moment. Her long day at work had left her feeling rather exhausted, but not in a fall asleep sort of way. It was more an extremely drained sort of way that a nice glass of wine would be able to rejuvenate. Speaking of a glass of whine; where was that man?