See what Kelly's doing

You thank Andi for the tour and saunter into the kitchen, where Kelly is preparing a big pot of pasta. Her hair is in a ponytail now, still slightly wet from whatever she'd been doing earlier.

She looks to be just over five feet tall. Her red hair, from what you've seen of the dry spots is very light, and she is a very slender girl. She's not as curvy as either of your other two roommates, but more of an impish figure. Not boyish; there are enough curves to define her as female, but almost with a dancer's stature. She is singing a soft song as you walk in, and she stops when she turns around to look at you.

"What's up, John?" she asks. You smile.

"Just wanted to see what goes on in the home of three single women in a college town," you offer casually. She laughs a soft, almost tinkling laugh.

"Well, this is what we do before the sun goes down," she says. "I'll let you guess what goes on after it's dark." You feel a smile catching the corner of your lips. "You want some?" she asks slowly.

"Sure," you say quickly.

"I meant the pasta, Casanova," she says, laughing again. You feel your face flush, and she gives you a sympathetic look.

"Relax. I'm just a bit of a flirt, that's all. Actually, I'm a big flirt. I hope that you don't mind." You shake your head.

"Not at all. And I'd love some pasta."

"What about me?" she asks in a husky voice.

"We haven't even had dinner yet," you tell her. She laughs.