A message from a friend

Feeling rather happy about how satisfyingly that went, you leave the establishment and go on your way back home. But before you can set two steps, you notice your phone buzzing. A smirk forms on your lips as you see who it's from. What are the odds; George.

Heard you were back in town.

Want to catch up over a beer?

It's like that then, is it? Pretend like nothing happened? Well you don't think so.

You start typing a furious message, but change your mind midway through. If you get angry with him now, you might not have a chance to get **** on him later. So instead you type:

Hey man! Sounds like a great plan!

Where do you want to meet up?

A few seconds later the phone buzzes again and you read:

Just come to my house man. We can have some drinks here, catch up.

He ended with his address.

You text him that you're on your way, and take a short walk to his house. You ring the doorbell, and a few moments later someone answers. A gorgeous latina girl stands in the door frame, and you take in her beauty for a second. She has long black hair that she wears all the way down her back and shoulders. Her pale skin and light green eyes are in sharp contrast, especially with her short green dress.

You can tell she has typically well-rounded curves, and can't help but feel you want to grab her body.

'Can I help you?' she asks questioningly.

'Does George live here?' you ask tentatively.

'Oh yeah, you must be Robbie,' she says with a huge smile. 'George is waiting for you. Come in. My name is Daphne by the way.'

You follow her inside her humble abode, a small two-person flat. ' So, are you his girlfriend then?' you ask.

'Yes. Well, his fianceé, actually!' she says, beaming, as you walk through the entrance hall. 'He proposed to me in Sydney!'

She leads you into the livingroom, and tells you to have a seat.

'I'll come and bring you some drinks,' Daphne says and walks to where the kitchen presumably is.