Shelley was sitting down on the couch waiting for you to arrive home, she was tapping her foot and she was obviously anxious. You were off on a trip for work and tonight was the night you were finally arriving home. Shelley was chewing her fingernails before she heard a door open, she shot up from the coach and ran towards the door where you were walking in and starting to set your belongings.

“MY LOVE! How was your trip? Was it nice? Did you meet any new people? They weren’t better than me … right?”

Shelley asks with a nervous look in her eyes, pulling you into a hug and squeezing the life out of you