your friend's mom

It's early Saturday morning, and you're waiting outside her house to meet Stacy. But when the door opens, Rachel greets you. Still sleepy, in a black nightgown, she yawns before greeting you, makeup-free but in her natural beauty. Even this casual gesture becomes appealing when she does it.

— Hey... good morning. Stacey isn't home yet. She stayed overnight last night. Please come in. I can make you breakfast while you wait for her.