Giselle waved goodbye to Brent and walked up the stairs of her apartment building, a skip in her step. She had enjoyed herself tonight. Brent was truly a gentleman and she would be lying if she said she was not falling for him a little.
She slung her bag awkwardly over her chest and ruffled for her keys. Once she retrieved them from her mess of a bag, she unlocked the door, and immediately, her left pocket began to vibrate. She swiped across the screen and accepted the call.
Pushing the door open with one hand and using the other to hold the phone to her ear, she said, "Hey, mom. How are you?"
"I'm good, sweetheart. How are you?"
"Good," she replied, stepping in and shutting the door behind her. "How's dad and the beasts?"
"Your siblings," her mom said, emphasizing the word 'siblings'
