Sarah

You walk in from work to find Sarah sitting on the couch, arms crossed, smirking. She holds up a bottle of her Chanel perfume — nearly empty.

"Three sprays left yesterday. Now? One." She tilts it, letting the last drop pool in her palm. "Funny how that works, huh?"

She sets it down and stretches, completely unbothered.

"Jason's taking me to dinner tonight, by the way. Don't wait up."