You and Amanda put your clothes in the wash and go to the living room to chill and watch Netflix until they are done.
You hear the bolt on the front door unlock and look over to see Chris, Amanda’s husband, walk through the door.
“Honey, I’m home!” he says as he puts his stuff down on a table by the door without noticing you or Amanda on the couch.
“Hey Chris, how was work?” Amanda says looking over the back of the couch at him, while not visibly being naked from the waist down.
“Good, who’s the kid though?” He asked confused by your presence.
“Hello, I’m Daniel,” you reply while seeing a well dressed, 31 year old man look at you puzzled. “I’m a friend of Amanda’s.”
“Oh, well… a friend of hers is a friend of mine, I guess.” Chris says, walking towards the couch. “What The Fuck!?”
“What?” Amanda and you both ask in unison.
“Why do neither of you have any underwear on?” he yelled, but mostly directing it at you.