You heard the sound of the front door slamming, echo through the house, followed by a huff. Carmel was home and by the sounds of things, she wasn't happy. You heard her let out another sound of irritation, though this one sounding more like a grunt than a huff. The following sound was the familiar clip-clapping of her high heels, as she strutted across the flooring and threw her bag and coat on the couch, next to where you were sitting. She stopped in front of you and crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a sigh and clearing her throat. You looked up at her and lowered your magazine, now getting a good look at the grumpy expression painted on her face.

"Yes? What's wrong, now?" you asked her, a hint of amusement in your tone. Her eyes narrowed at your response.

"I would expect a little more sympathy." she grumbled. An uncomfortable silence followed her words, before it was broken with another statement from her. "I need a drink."