It was Friday evening. Audrey stood in a trance like state, frantically polishing the counter top with all the might that her thin arms could manage.

Seymour had finished getting dressed and strolled into the kitchen, shocked at the scene that was occurring in front of him. Ever since they moved from Skid Row, Audrey had developed somewhat of an infatuation with cleaning. She had fleetingly mentioned that she appreciated their little tract house so much and keeping it neat and clean was her way of showing her gratitude. "Audrey?" He asked, receiving no response.

Moving closer to her, he gently placed his hand on her upper arm in an attempt to make her stop, or at least slow down. "Audrey?" He asked again.

She hadn't heard him so her heart skipped a beat at the sudden contact which was enough to get her to stop cleaning. For a moment, at least. "Oh, Seymour! I'm sorry, I'm just so nervous!" She quickly resumed what she was doing, with slightly more enthusiasm.

"Don't worry, Audrey. Everything will be absolutely fine. Better than fine, great!" He tried to calm her while watching on in disbelief. He'd never seen her like this before.

"I just want everything to look perfect." Furrowing her brows, she kept imagining every worst possible outcome, all of the terrible things that could go wrong that evening.

Truth be told, he was just as nervous. He just concealed it a little better. "Audrey, I-I think the house is spotless. Especially that counter top…"

"Hmm? Oh!" She looked down at the gleaming surface, unaware of how long she'd been cleaning that one particular spot. "Of course. You're right." She pulled herself together for a fleeting second but quickly returned to her state of overthinking. "Do I look okay?" She asked as she self consciously smoothed down her dress. It was a perfect shade of white with a pattern of red rose petals and a matching red belt tied tightly around her slender waist.

Seymour walked over to her and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek. Since they had moved, Audrey had began to wear flat shoes a lot more often which Seymour was secretly grateful for, it made spontaneous kisses such as those a lot more seamless and romantic.

"Audrey, you look perfect. You always do." Seymour was able to put her mind at ease in a matter of seconds. She felt butterflies in her stomach and melted into his embrace. "Now, what time did Sylvia say they'd arrive?"

Sylvia Cotton lived just three houses down with her husband, Michael Cotton. The couple had moved in a mere three weeks before Audrey and Seymour had. Sylvia's husband travelled a lot for business so he was yet to meet the Krelborns, but Sylvia had been nothing but sweet to the pair. Audrey has always longed for some close female friends who she could share recipes with and gossip about husbands etc. It was just one of the parts of her green fantasy.

Audrey had invited the couple over to have coffee and get to know each other better. She would've offered them dinner but she wasn't Betty Crocker just yet and didn't want to disappoint them. Since they'd moved, this was the first time that Mr and Mes Krelborn had to make a real first impression other than "Good morning!" or "Beautiful day, isn't it?" The pressure was truly on.

"In around…" Audrey glanced at the clock with read 6:55pm, "Oh gosh, Seymour! Five minutes!" She started to panic again until Seymour held her hand.

He gave it a tentative squeeze. "We can do this…together."

Suddenly, they heard a knock at the door. Each of them took a deep breath and headed for the door, hand in hand.