KNIGHT

Nirvana had an uneasy posture as she got into my house. She looked around the living room but hadn’t said anything.

“Take a seat. You want coffee?”

“I’m good.” She took a seat on the leather couch, and I went to the kitchen to take my coffee in the tumbler. I decided to work at home today, and maybe I could spend some time with her.

When I came back to the couch, Nirvana was not there anymore.

“Nirvana?” I followed her scent and found her ...