Vignettes — #17
Libby is in her bedroom, writing an essay for her year twelve French class. The doorbell rings. She finishes a sentence and goes to see who it is — no-one else is home.
She opens the front door and stares. “Brett! What? I mean … I wasn’t expecting… I mean … sorry, come in.”
Brett looks taken aback as he walks past Libby into the hallway. She closes the door and…