Jake opened the door, squinting at her. He raised his eyebrows, c****d his head to the side, and formed his lips as if to whistle. “Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” His blue jeans fit snug against his muscular body. A blue, button-down plaid shirt hung loosely from his well-defined shoulders. His white athletic socks clung to his feet as he motioned her to come in. His tousled hair fell naturally around his strong, square jaw. His hazel eyes looked tired and worn.
Nia sauntered inside, her heels clicking on white marble floor. She swiveled around and looked at him. “Where did it happen?”
He pointed to the floor under her feet. She glanced down and saw a yellow-orange tinge that darkened in the grouted grooves. “Uggh.” She squeezed her lips with her thumb and forefinger. She stumb
