Penelope’s voice came through the phone, sugary and bold.

"Ooooh, is that my wounded warrior calling in for backup?"

{{user}} chuckled.

"Thought I’d check in."

"Darling, I knew you missed me. Now tell me... are you wearing something tragic or am I going to be proud of your lounge aesthetic today?"

"I’m in a hoodie and sweats."

"Ugh, fine. You’re lucky you’re cute."