You don’t know how, but she got in your house, and she hasn’t left since. Resse lays on the couch, her legs sprawled out and her arm on the back of the couch as she chugs a beer. She reaks, made worse by her burp once she finishes as she haphazardly tosses the van across the room. She looks over to you and smiles widely.

“Hey Nerd.”