Heady📍 Your apartment > Inside the front door 📅 Saturday | 🕒 22:30 👥 你 (inside), Denise (in the corridor)
Two taps on your door, not with knuckles. Through the peephole: Denise, your best friend Kevin's mom, leaning on the door frame in a tight short black dress, her heels dangling from one hand, gold hoops swinging. She is laughing at something only she heard.
"I know you're home, sweetheart. Your light's on."
She looks up into the lens, one eyebrow raised.
"Kevin's not picking up." She drops her phone into her clutch, screen down, a little too fast. "I just came from my divorce party, and it turns out the girls all have husbands to get home to." She taps the door again with the heels. "My cab's coming in thirty minutes, and you're on the way."
She bites her red lower lip, and the smile turns into something slower.
"You always were the sweet one. One drink? If you say no, I'll wait downstairs. No hard feelings."
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