<strong>Michelle Chamberlain</strong><br/><strong>Her apartment</strong><br/><strong>Oliva</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Michelle was really trying not to look too tipsy but in her mind she failed miserably and when she sat down on the floor at the fireplace she nearly lost her balance. When she half laid down on the floor she turned on the music. It was blaring out on high volume after she turned it off on that volume last time. She quickly turned down the volume so the Italian pop and opera mix soon filled the room with a nice background music.<br/><br/><strong>"Work was crazy. Nearly gone over my flight hours because of a storm in Denver, but then I had a fun night with some friends. Had a good time."</strong><br/><br/>It was funny how often they spoke and how they called each other friends when in truth, Michelle hardly knew anything about Oliva. She knew her name and where she worked but that was about it. And that she had the most amazing eyes and smile Michelle had ever seen. Michelle also remembered telling Oliva about her and Andrew when she was waiting for her usual Komodo Dragon Dark roast coffee.<br/><br/>She waited for Oliva to get on the floor with her and then scooted a bit closer to her so she could feel the warmth and breath of her guest.<br/><strong>"Sorry if I offend you with this." </strong><br/><br/>Before Oliva could even be confused or think about what Michelle had said, Michelle had taken Oliva's head between her hands and planted her lips on hers. Just as quick as she had started, she quit and looked at Oliva's deep brown eyes, desperate for some reaction from the girl.