The doorbell

The doorbell chimed, and rang through the foyer downstairs. Katie knew that some of her housemates were still here -- Gwen was probably just out of the shower. Isabella was working out in the basement. Andrea was asleep, no doubt. Katie half ignored the doorbell, hoping someone else would answer it. Besides, she was still naked, and although she didn't mind answering the door that way, she wasn't sure if it was her mood at the moment.

She looked over the clothes on her bed. Good options here. This'll be great. She smiled. The doorbell rang again. Katie rolled her eyes a bit, laughed at herself, and grabbed her bathrobe from a hook on the wall. She skipped down the stairs, pulling the robe on as she went, and yelled to the door, "Coming!" With her bathrobe not quite tied shut, she reached the entrance way, and opened the front door.

A man stood there, dark hair, late 20s, week-old beard. He was in good shape, handsome, and smiled broadly as Katie opened the door.

"I'm Danny, the photographer. I'm looking for Katie?"

She held her robe just barely closed, and reached out her right hand. "That's me! Nice to meet you. And thank you for coming here so quickly!"

Danny sized up the young woman, a little taken aback by her mildly shameless wardrobe. "It, uh, worked out well. I had just finished a shoot across town. We were in the park, catching some early morning sun."

"What a cool life! I love hearing about photographers' adventures. You'll have to tell me some stories."

"You bet." He smiled again, and stepped into the house.

"Okay, what do we do first?" asked Katie.