Knock on the Door

Despite the fact that Marissa gave you a key to her apartment, you never felt comfortable with simply going into her house. Old habits seem to die hard. With a firm fist, you knock on on the door. A second later you hear a "who is it?" come from the other side of the door.

"Michael."

"One sec."

The next ten seconds feel like they take forever until the door opens. With a creak and a small gust of wind, you see the figure of Marissa in front of you. Standing at 5' 7'', she almost matches you in height. One of the first things that struck you was her rather dark strawberry blonde hair and solid green eyes. Wearing a tight-cut t-shirt and jeans, you can definitely tell she is toned, but lithe, with supple B-cup breasts.

"Hey, Michael" she says with an energy that defies the late hour, "How are you?"

"Great, Marissa. Hey, can I come in, this cold is sucking the life out of me" you say, while faking a shiver.

Marissa folds her arms with a smirk, "Is that a vampire joke?"

"And if it was?"

"I'd disavow you."

"Wow, that's a big word for such a small girl."

"Smart ass. Come on in."

Entering, you see the average-sized studio apartment spread before you. Despite only renting a small place, she seems to do well for herself financially. In the area seemingly designated the living room, you see a black two-seat sofa behind a small wooden coffee table adorned with simple blue coasters and textbooks. opposite the sofa was a T.V. stand. Shockingly, a decently large flat-screen T.V. and compact Blu-ray player sat on the stand, contrasting the rather minimalist style of the place. The kitchenette was relatively small with the fridge and sink/stove combo packed onto one wall with a microwave adjacent to it. From experience, you know that the living room doubles as the dining room. The most interesting part of the apartment to you, however, was a small corner that held Marissa's bed and dresser. You only ever got sneaking glances at the actual area due to her having strategically placed a few curtains to maintain privacy.

Marissa's voice cuts off your scanning of her apartment, "I was just about to take a shower, but I can wait," she says plopping on the couch. "So, what can this small girl do for you?"

"Well, I'm actually pretty staving."

"Sorry, but dinner was two hours ago, and there's no leftovers." she beams at her own joke.

"Now who's the smart ass?"

She chuckles while patting the seat next to her, "At least tell me you aren't going to just leave me high and dry after, okay?"

sitting down next to her you say, " Don't you dare start with the shitty vampire jokes, now!"