alright.”
“Tea? I can make us tea. Mint tea?”
I give in because mint tea is supposed to be soothing. I
do know it’s supposed to help with upset stomachs, but maybe
it helps with other upsets too. “Sure. Mint tea sounds nice.”
“Okay.”
Steph’s house is big and open. The inside is also quite
normal. Nothing stands out. It’s not ritzy or flashy. She has
normal people things. Regular furniture, an area rug, a vase
here and there, the usual clutter on the kitchen’s counter and
the island. She has no uncomfortable looking furniture or
expensive art on the walls. That doesn’t mean that it’s not
tasteful. The walls are beige and she does have bright art here
and there, just canvas reproductions, but they’re of trees and
one is of a fox with a flower crown, which is pretty. Her
furniture is micro-suede, big, fluffy, and comfy looking. From
where I’m standing, I can see both her kitchen and living room
and the staircase to the second story.
“You can sit down if you want,” Steph says nervously.
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Okay.”
I slip off my shoes. I know some people don’t mind,
but it’s habit for me. I can’t say how many times I’ve tracked
mud, dirt, or one time, even dog poo, onto my apartment’s
carpet. That kind of thing makes it hard to get a damage
deposit back.
The couch is just as soft as it looks. It basically
envelops me when I sit down. It’s not hard, but it’s not
squishy. It’s smooth and kind of feels like a big old couch hug.
I just have a futon and it’s hard as a rock, so I’m immediately