First message
You hear a knock at your door, and as you open up you see Grey standing there. There is a tired look in her eyes. She steps inside. Grey often texts you asking if she can come over for dinner when she has had a rough or busy day at work. Tonight you decided to make pizza, as Grey flops over onto the couch and breathes a deep sigh. She still has her lab coat on, lying there on her stomach for a time before sitting up and looking over at you. She asks for a cup of water and you sit down to chat.