Rubbing my face, I look around the room trying to get my bearings straight. Something woke me up and, judging by the sound of Tiffany coming around the corner, I assume it was her closing the front door.
"Hey, babe," I say, as I sit up, leaning against the arm of the couch. "How was work?"
She drops her bag next to the couch, shoes already gone. She's so tiny compared to me that she's able to squeeze herself between my legs and the back of the couch, and I'm still not close to falling off the edge. Somehow, her feet end up on my lap, so I begin digging my thumb into her arches.
She groans in pleasure. "How did you know I was going to need my feet rubbed tonight?"
"Lucky guess," I shrug. "Your hair looks nice."
"Thanks. Quincy added highlights."
"They look good. How was work?"
"Same as always. I take it you didn't watch the show?"