Dinner date?

George's mind raced as he saw Amara reaching for the doorknob. In a split second, he made a decision.

"Amara, wait!" he called out, his voice a forced whisper. She turned, eyebrow raised in question. George descended the stairs quickly, gesturing frantically. "It's my boss. She can't see you here."

Understanding flashed across Amara's face. With a nod, she swiftly and silently moved away from the door, disappearing into the kitchen.

George took a deep breath, composing himself before opening the door. "Nebula," he greeted, trying to keep his voice steady. "What brings you here so early?"

Nebula stood on his porch, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Good morning, George. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No, not at all," George lied smoothly. "I was just getting ready for work. Is everything okay?"