"Hi, John, come on in," called Erin. He couldn't see her, but her voice seemed to be coming from the kitchen.
He walked inside. The dinner table at the end of the living room was nicely set for two.
"I hope you don't mind," came Erin's voice from the kitchen, "but I thought we might eat in tonight. I'm not a bad cook, and it's cheaper than a restaurant."
"Alright, I guess," said John, and closed the front door.
"Have a seat on the couch," said Erin. "I'll be out in just a moment." She began softly humming a little tune, and he could hear various shuffling and shifting in the kitchen.
He glanced over at the kitchen. He thought for a moment that he saw --- no, couldn't be, and then it was gone.
Erin was true to her word, and a few minutes later, she came out of the kitchen. She was a pretty girl, with short-cut straight hair and a friendly round face. She came over to him and stopped in front of him.
John boggled, staring at her. Erin is a...