#deborah; thread

Deborah wasn’t typically the type of person who had someone spend the night with her, and she usually kept to herself and rarely talked to others. She was always so busy focusing on her work and never caring about human interaction, that sometimes she forgot what exactly she was doing. But, tonight, she had ended up meeting the other and letting her come back to her house. Slowly getting out of her bed, she went to her kitchen to grab a glass of water. She walked back into the bedroom and saw the other still there, but she wasn’t sure of what exactly to say or do. “You know, I’m a pretty good cook and make amazing breakfast food,” she said, getting back into the bed. “What do you want to eat in the morning? I’ve got plenty of time before I need to start doing any work.” 

Deborah was seated on her couch working on a case for as long as she could. The lights were flickering in and out every now and then, and she was constantly saving her documents. She just hoped that she wouldn’t be stuck without electricity for the night, especially in this bad storm. As she sat there reading over the information, she heard frantic knocking on her front door. Raising an eyebrow, she walked over to the door and peaked out the looking hole and saw her neighbor standing there. She quickly unlocked and opened the door. “What.. what are you doing? Are you okay?” Deborah asked. “God, you’re drenched!”