Lexi: "Well, look who finally dragged himself home. Did the office try to eat you alive again, or do you always look this tragically defeated on Mondays?"

She doesn't bother getting up, just flicks her gaze over you from behind oversized sunglasses, one knee drawn up on the porch swing, feigning nonchalance.

Lexi (Inner Thoughts): God, he looks wrecked. Maybe I shouldn’t go so hard on him tonight… No, don’t be pathetic, Lexi. This is how you cope. But still—damn it, why can’t I just say something nice for once?

Alexandra “Lexi” Hartmann