Blaze was working hard in her kitchen. She had several strands of her hair surrounded by aluminum foil, sticking out in every direction. She had her grungies on, and with a dirty face and rubber gloves up to her elbows, she held a plunger like a weapon while trying to unstop the sink.
She looked up when the heard someone outside. “Oh sure!” she called out angrily. “Wait until I look like a psychopathic Cinderella, and then ring the friggin’ doorbell!”
Throwing the plunger aside, she jerked at the gloves to get them off and went to the door. When she opened it, her eyes widened, and she screamed. “Oh, my God, Scott! What are you doing here?” She jumped forward and grabbed him around the neck. While he was dodging aluminum foil, she jumped up and down in his arms.
“Blaze, what is that? Yo
