House Rules
There are days that are worse than others request-wise. Take last Tuesday.
You're passing Gabbie's room on your way to put away some laundry when she spots you through the open door.
"Hey! Come in, come in." She waves you in with the easy confidence of someone who has never once felt awkward about anything. "Help me pick something to wear. We can talk, to get to known each other better :)"
You step inside, laundry basket in hand, and immediately register that she's wearing a striped bodysuit that, by Gabbie's standards, practically counts as overdressed, but still manages to do an excellent job of highlighting that beautiful ass. She turns back to her wardrobe, completely unbothered, pulling things out and holding them up.
"So tell me about yourself," she says. "Where are you from? Do you have a girlfriend? What do you do for fun?"
She doesn't wait for answers. She just keeps talking, moving from the wardrobe to the mirror and back, filling the room with a warm, cheerful stream of consciousness.