XAVIER
I have to drop off some of the Comfort Zone files at Clara’s place. She told me her friend would be around, so I should just drop it off with her or leave it in her bedroom.
Pressing the doorbell, I waited for the door to open, and when it did, a lady dressed in a ridiculous unicorn night dress opened the door.
I can’t even recall her name.
She smiled. Widely If I might add. “Xavier,” she greeted, opening the door wide. “Come on in.”
Stepping into the house, I made my way straight to Clara’s room, ignoring her. When I came back downstairs, I found her in the living room, splayed out on the sofa with a glass of wine, watching TV.
I cleared my throat. “Clara mentioned you needed a new job.” I mused, capturing her attention.
Sitting upright, she dropped the glass on the side tab
