Keeping a straight face

Thankfully my time at the grocery store is much less dramatic. In fact, everything goes smoothly until I reach the front door. That's where I begin to wonder if I really want to go back inside again. What am I going to stumble into this time around? Then again, they do say third time's the charm. After a deep breath, I brave entering, heading for the kitchen. There I find Sila, who's fortunately only sipping on a cup of coffee.

"Oh hey." She says.

"Hey."

"You need help?"

"Uhh, how about you finish your coffee? Then you can help me with lunch."

"Deal."

Once the shopping is put away, we make sandwiches and sit down. At the table, I ask "So how's your day been?"

"Pretty good."

"Get up to much whilst I was gone?"

"Did a bit of writing."

"Oh that's right. You do the freelance writing thing too." I try my best to keep a straight face, knowing that she does A LOT more than that. I mean if I can pass as a silent assassin, I may as well try for an Oscar whilst I'm at it.

"Yeah a bit. Gotta keep up with rent, right?"

"You sure do."

We share a giggle before Sila says "Well maybe I'm also working on a best seller."

"A best seller?"

"Well hopefully."

"What's it about?"

"Uhh, it's about a princess who has to save her family and castle by rallying nearby allies."

"Sounds interesting. Does it have a title?"

"Not quite yet. It's still a work in progress."

"Fair enough."

"So uhh, what about you? Anything interesting happen at the shops?"

"Nope." And I certainly didn't see my roommate masturbate as she moaned my name earlier today. That's just total fiction...

"Okay."

We spend the rest of the day kicking back at home, right until it comes time to head to tonight's show. Sila gets dressed in a pair of khakis and a red turtleneck. She might get a little toasty in that, but I'm sure there will be some band merch there if she needs to make a wardrobe change. I, on the other hand, rep a Crooks shirt and some figure gripping yoga pants.