Dominic
Eloise pulls into the driveway at about a quarter to six, when I anticipated she would be home. I had a relatively busy day myself in the morning and afternoon, but I was done by 3pm. It gave me enough time to run to the grocery store and pick up ingredients for dinner, the liquor store for a bottle of white wine, and prepare dinner before she came home. I decided to step outside of the box for dinner. I hope she enjoys it. It smells good, but I haven't tested it. I've always thought it was bad luck for the chef to taste-test.
I have my glass of wine in one hand and her glass of wine in the other hand as I prepare to greet her. I fumble to open the door for her but manage to pull it off when she's just reached the steps. At the sight of me she starts beaming, seemingly happy to
