The Coffee Problem
I was just getting comfortable on the couch. A giant hoody and sweats complete the perfect look for a comfortable day. My remote was comfortably in my hands, and I was ready to catch up on some mind-numbing TV when I heard a knock on the door. I sighed and stood up. There was a moment where I debated opening the door at all. I could easily have ignored it, but no. I stood up, walked to the front door, and opened it. “Hey, I was wondering if you wanted a girl’s evening? My husband is at work, and I get a little lonely when he’s away,” Nicole said, leaning against the wall outside my house. I wanted to say no. Nope. I was good. My couch was the only date or companion I needed, but no. I couldn’t. “Yeah, come on in,” I said, giving her a smile. She was the first to show me any
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