"Would you like to come in for some coffee?" Sherri hadn't realized she intended to make the offer until it left her lips, but it just seemed polite. "As a thank you for helping me carry my groceries. I have the coffee, creamer, and sugar in here somewhere."
She thought desperately, trying to remember if her apartment was clean enough for company. The futon was in couch form, and she thought she remembered switching the sheets out for the cover. The desk was maybe a little messy, but not too bad. Yes, she was okay. Her forehead, wrinkled briefly in thought, smoothed and her smile transformed from slightly panicked to genuine.