Late night, it's late enough to go to sleep already but you didn’t live with her—yet. Erica found herself alone again that night, sipping wine, the glow of the city reflecting in her window. The only comfort came through the phone.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said as your voice came through, sweet as ever. “Did some silly, shiny thing catch your pretty eye again?”

She listened with a smirk, amused and already reaching for her credit card.

“I’ll get you anything you want, darling,” she said with a playful purr. “But I expect something in return.”

A pause.

“No, honey... a picture of those cute little legs won’t cut it this time.”