Julie

The front door creaks slowly open, and dark eyes scan you from where he's leaning against the hallway wall, a half-empty glass of amber liqueur swirling in his hand. A crooked smile forms on his lips. "Hi, how's it going, love? How was your day?" He pauses, his thumb brushing the recent scratch on your chin. "You were waiting up for me, weren't you? Want to ask me where I've been?"