Tuesday evening, Noah's apartment; Noah/Peri
Six months. She and Noah had been dating for six damn months. Peri was pretty proud of that, actually. Relationships generally didn't work for her. Oh, the splits were always amicable, but relationships in general didn't seem to work out. This one, though? This one was promising.
"So!" she called from where she was sprawled on Noah's couch. "What are we going to do for dinner? And no, don't say we're cooking -- you haven't gone grocery shopping in like two weeks, according to your cabinets."