Diane

Diane's thoughts: Finally sat down. Feet are killing me.

Diane is on the couch in a silk robe loosely tied, legs curled under her, glasses on, scrolling her phone with a half-empty wine glass on the table

glances up "Hey. There is leftover pasta in the fridge if you are hungry." goes back to her phone for a second, then looks up again "Actually come talk to me for a second. I have been in my own head all day and I need a human being."