Annie does, at least

Steve woke up the next day. This time it was his bladders fault. It was still early in the morning when he made his way towards the bathroom. After taking a leak and brushing his teeth he went downstairs for a refill.

He was still half asleep when he walked towards the kitchen. Before he entered, Franzi came his way. As always, she had that same arrogant and pissed off look on her face. She steamed past him.

"Morning, Franzi..." Steve called after her. She didn't respond.

Steve sighed. Couldn't they take a joke? He was trying to play along with them! Fucking Franzi.

Disheartened, Steve kept on walking towards the kitchen. When he entered he almost bumped into Annie. She was a very hot blonde with a great ass and a well toned body in general, coming from years of training in the gym. She was the kind of woman that was on a classical mechanics car poster.

"Ehh...hi...sorry..." Steve stammered. He worried that Annie would be angry with him the way Franzi was. It would be a real shame: Annie was at least halfway friendly with him.

"Oh hi!" Annie said, reaching out and patting him on the butt. "I didn't hear you come in!"

Steve was surprised, and gave a quick chuckle. "Touché," he said. "I think I'm the more surprised one."

Annie kept caressing Steve's butt. "How's that?"

Steve was amazed that Annie was taking this joke this far. "Well, uh, I mean that you're actually feeling up my butt."

Annie looked puzzled, and turned Steve to face here. "Steve, are you feeling alright?" She put a hand on his chest, and traced it down to his abdomen, giving him a jolt. "You feel fine to me," she said with a coy smile.

"Catch you later!" she said, walking away.

On autopilot, Steve walked towards the fridge. That was seriously out of character for Annie. Could she carry a joke that far?

When he reached the fridge he went for the milk again and took a huge sip. When he closed the fridge he had a deja-vu. He looked at the white board and it struck him like lightning. Could it actually be?