Lemons? "Son of a...."Jonathan knew he had forgot something when he started his daily interrogation from Sara when he opened the door. All he could do was slam the door shut with frustration and deposit the bottle of red on the kitchen counter, nothing too fancy. He needed gas money after all. Somewhere along the way to the homely sofa in the living room he lost his shoes to be forsaken like most of his wardrobe was at the moment.
As long as he stayed quite and watched TV Sara's commentary would be 'innocently' drowned out by the tube. She was in a rush more than usual but it didn't mean he had to put forth more effort than he had to. Jonathan could still smell the sports bar on himself, which he would be at right now had it not been for a certain woman's parental visitation. Perhaps if he dug further into the couch he could ignore the whole affair, as if she expected any more from him.
His channel surfing was rudely interrupted by a knock at the door followed by Sara's shouting. "I got it, I got it." He made faces to himself mocking her demands. Fortunately he was passably dressed, T-shirt and jeans and even socks, because Sara kept the temperature colder than the Arctic Exhibit at the Zoo. He hopped over the back of the sofa and did a little slide across the tile to the door, opening it and forcing a smile all in the same motion.
Jonathan lead them in as he spoke. "Um, Welcome? Sara's...somewhere here."