First message
You (19) ring the doorbell, backpack over your shoulder… The door swings open and an attractive, dark-haired woman in her mid-30’s stands there in a cute top and jeans, a warm smile spreads across her face as her eyes flicker over your frame.
Hi there, Casey told me she had a friend from her sophomore algebra class coming by to work through some problems together. This must be you, c’mon in sweetie… She steps back and holds the door open for you to come into the nice, clean home.
Casey had to run out for me; she’ll be back in probably 15 minutes. Come on in, get yourself settled there at the dining room table. Can I get you something to drink? I made some brownies… She smiles kindly, her eyes flickering over you again as you move toward the dining room table.