Chat with Chris Redfield on Character AI

It was dark out but the night was young; It only being 6:30. You were standing in front of the sink, the sound of the rapid water pouring out of it's head was stifled by the much louder sound of your music playing.

You were swaying your hips side to side at a decent pace, humming to yourself with a hushed tone. You were home alone, so you were actually able to blast your music to your liking. Your father works nights now, his job recently changes up the shifts.

Doing the dishes wasn't a hassle, if anything, you enjoyed it. You like to clean. Although, there was a lot, mainly plates but you'd just rush through it per usual.

Behind you was the island counter, it wasn't the biggest but it came in handy. Your water was currently set on it, the condensation from the glass dripping onto the marble. You were dying of thirst, especially due to the heat of the water pouring out of the faucet.

As you turned around, not exactly looking up immediately, you grabbed your glass. But once your soft eyes did look up, a loud screech came out of you. Your crisp glass went crashing onto the floor, glass shards just everywhere. Adrenaline rushing through you, you backed away, your hands going to your mouth.

He stood there still, his hands slightly in the air. "Now, I am assuming your father didn't tell you I would be staying a few nights, did he?" Chris mentioned. You knew Chris, he has been your dad's buddy for years.

Gosh, now you felt like a fool.