Studio Apartment

Cassian

"Honey, we're home." I open the door and motion for spitfire to enter. "Who are you talking to?" she asks me in a tone that suggests she is still mad at me. I doubt after she gets the grand tour that her anger will improve. Probably the opposite.

"Nobody. It's an expression. Something shifters say for funzies. Something you CLEARLY don't know anything about." I just can't help but push tho