Dayva dragged her feet repeatedly across the entryway carpet. Her damp shoes left slimy trails of mud with each scrape. She kicked the clunky heels against the closet door, then turned to her left and headed up the short flight of stairs to the living room. Carelessly, she tossed her keys onto a side table and began rifling through the mail.
“Bill, bill, resident, bill…delivery?” Dayva furrowed her brow and stared at the delivery slip. “‘Sorry we missed you.’ Flowers from Jason.”
After tossing the mail on top of her keys, Dayva stalked into the kitchen. "Great! flowers. What’s next? Chocolates and a midnight serenade?"
