Nina cleaned her shoe once she got to her Jeep and went home for a quick rinse off, eat lunch, and to change. Just as she pulled a blue tank top over her now braless breasts and pulled it down to meet her black sleep shorts waistband, there was a knock on her door. Shaking her hair out of its constraining bun, she went to answer the door.
Gasping, she was looking at Draven. He stood at her door and Pickle let himself in. “Draven, they released you.”
“Yeah. I went home to shower and figured I’d bring Pickle home.”
“Come in,” and moved aside to let him in. He was in a pair of athletic shorts, a Under Amour t-shirt, and a hoodie. Stepping inside, he removed his tennis and watched as she closed the door.
“How did it go?”
“Well, let’s sit down. Are you hungry?”
He nodded, “Famished actual
