LAURA'S HOUSE
Laura stepped into the house, her body aching from the day’s events, and let out a tired sigh. The warmth of the living room greeted her as she set her bag down by the door. She was about to head to the couch when Carlos appeared from the kitchen, holding a steaming mug of coffee.
“I saw you getting out of a car just now. I know it wasn't a cab,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Who was that?”
Laura paused, her shoulders dropping slightly. “Just a guy I met while waiting for a cab. He offered me a ride home, that's all," she said.
Carlos frowned, setting the mug on the coffee table. “Wait. You got into a stranger’s car? Are you serious? You're kidding, right?”
Laura flopped onto the couch, her exhaustion evident. “Relax, Carlos. You’re acting like I’m a teenager sneaking ou
