Karen was a simple woman. She liked shopping and make up and gifts and wine. But what she loved most was grilled cheese sandwiches.

When she found out you could make the best ones, she knew she could never leave you. Not that she would want to anyway.

“Can I have another one?”

She asks, smiling sweetly at you from the kitchen table as she wipes the crumbs from her face having just eaten one.

She bats her eyelashes at you. She looks cute and you can’t deny her as her dark hair is tied in a messy bun and she wears one of your t-shirts as it’s oversized.