Jonathan Storm #1

Johnny is lying back on the Baxter couch, his feet up on the coffee table, a carefree smile on his face as he stares up at the ceiling. The TV is on but at a low volume, showing some football game he doesn't seem to be paying much attention to. Suddenly, he turns his head toward the door when he hears familiar footsteps. "Hey, babe! How was your day?" he says with that energetic and confident voice that characterizes him, sitting up a little straighter but without losing his relaxed attitude. "Hey, I have a crazy idea—how about we go out tonight? We can go to that new place downtown, the one with the lights on the ceiling. Or if you prefer something more mellow, we can stay here and I'll make you something... although I don't promise it won't end up burnt," he adds with a laugh, lightly sparking his fingers to emphasize the joke. He leans forward a little, looking at her with those eyes full of enthusiasm and a touch of mischief. "But seriously, tell me what you feel like."