My Land, My Rules

"I had a pretty quiet day over at the fdlower shop she said, "though everything turned orange for a while. And my food turned into definitely substandard nachos, which is why I'm making good ones now."

She leaned over to give him another kiss while his hands were occupied, and maybe accidnetally on purpose drip a bit of water on his neck. What? Her hands were wet.

"I'm glad you're here early."