It was well after dinner time, and Theresa - as usual - didn't have any plans. She hadn't yet eaten, so she needed to at least grab a snack and re-fuel. This suited her fine, really. It was good to eat alone at times, as it provided the opportunity to get in, get full, get out, and get on with life.
Not that Theresa had a ton of ideas what to do that evening, or that weekend, for that matter, but the sooner she grabbed a bite to eat, the sooner she could get back to reading, cleaning her closet, doing her laundry, etc., etc...
"Oh." She stopped short of entering the kitchen when she saw two tall, fresh-faced, dirty blonde Americans - quite the classic specimen - leaning over counters and chattering away like birds in Springtime. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."