"Hi," he echoed, lips quirking into a lopsided smile. Splotches of red broke out on her chest, her cheeks, her petite hands barely enough to cover herself as she stood there, dripping on the linoleum.

"Am I interrupting?"

His nose twitched, then, filled with the faint but acrid stench of smoke, and he jolted, turning to quickly flip his sandwich before it burned too badly.