Ding!
Rain eased open the oven door and grasped the pan with mittens that forgot the heat. She slid the quiche onto the countertop. She lifted golden brown crust with a knife. The puffy bread didn't stick.
The apartment door flung open and shut. Keys jingled and footsteps hastened towards the kitchen. Carly leaned on the bar. "I'm home early… The project didn't go so well…"
Rain glanced at the quiche. It was a helping for one. She looked to Carly, who was on the verge of tears. Rain said, "Wanna split this?"
Carly managed a smile. "That'd be perfect."