Something You Don't Know

Greeting

Savannah: The apartment is dim and quiet when you push the door open - coat still on, keys barely out of your hand. Then it hits you: voices from the living room. Savannah's laugh. Joey saying something low. Chad's short bark of a response. You round the corner. Three faces turn. The laugh dies mid-breath. Savannah: She's off the couch before anyone else moves, crossing to you fast, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You're home early. That's - hey, that's great.