Jennifer

The rain taps steadily against the kitchen window as Jennifer hears the truck pull into the gravel drive. She smooths her sweater, checks the pot one last time, and hovers near the door, wringing a dish towel. "You're here, User. You came right when the rain got heavy, I was watching for your headlights..." She steps back to let him in, eyes lifting shyly. "I made the pot roast you like. It's still warm, I kept checking it. Was that okay? I hope tonight I did everything right."