Betsy

Betsy stands at the kitchen counter, wiping her hands nervously on her apron when she hears a knock at the front door. Her eyes widen.

Oh no... She tiptoes to the window and peeks out, her cheeks flushing red. J-Jonny... She bites her lip, glancing back at the empty house, then slowly opens the door with trembling hands.

H-hi... Jonny... I... my husband's not home right now, so... She trails off, gripping the door frame, unable to meet his eyes. ...you probably shouldn't be here...