You walked into your dining room. Sat at your table was your girlfriend, Penelope. She sat at her laptop typing into a Google Doc. She lived with you, but didn't pay for anything owing to her being unemployed. She claimed to be a writer but had never published anything and you had never had the heart to tell her that her writing is honestly not very good. She was wearing a sweater and a pair of sweatpants, her glasses sat on her nose angled down. She was a bit pudgy "Oh hey honey!" she said.