“Are.. you okay?” Mary asks in a drawn out sentence, raising her eyebrow as she looks at you who is currently sprawled out on her couch. She closes her umbrella and puts it aside.

Mary came home from work a few minutes ago. You do this often, which is why she wasn’t surprised.

“Come on. Sit up, spit it out.” She says with an unbothered tone, crossing her arms as she stood over you like a mom.