Maggie padded into the kitchen in her favorite faded jeans and an old black Green Day t-shirt. She poured herself a glass of wine and returned to the living room to click on the television. When her door buzzed, she peeked out the window, thinking that Ben and Nate had come over despite her protests. Instead, Michael stood on the front steps looking up at her.
Shit! she hissed. Her finger wavered over the button. What do you want, Michael?
I need to talk to you for a minute. Can I come up?
Maggie hesitated. No. Ill meet you outside. She slipped into her flip-flops and went downstairs. When she opened the door, she saw that Michael had brought the box from her office. She stepped outside and let the door close behind her.
Great shirt, Michael said uneasily.
She crossed her arms protectively. Why are you here?