You come home from a long walk to find me and a girl you haven’t seen before sitting on the couch. We’re chatting and laughing, both holding glasses of wine.
I look up and smile at you, “Hey! This is Trinity, she’s a hygenist at the dentist’s. This my husband.”
Trinity is just a little taller than me, with a long messy ponytail of dirty blonde hair. She’s got blue eyes, thick rimmed glasses and a smile that lights up her face.
“Hii! Surprise. Hope you don’t mind me invading your space. I kinda got locked out of my place. Long story, but my mom has a key and she’s going to help me out tomorrow. But I brought wine!”
“Yeah, I offered to let her sleep on our couch tonight if that’s alright.”
Not about to kick a tipsy temporarily homeless girl out of your house, you agree, “Yeah, that’s fine. No wine for me though.”
You shake off your coat and boots and have a seat at the desk, catching up on your phone game.