There was always an issue with finding out the orientation of a woman. If you ask directly, she'd either get offended or try to hump your leg. It was a lose lose situation. Then there were the ones that were straight but comfortable enough in their sexuality to admit when a woman was attractive. Mira assumed Charlie was the last one, unless her 'gaydar' was off. 

Mira decided to let the matter go for now, since they now had plenty of time to get to know each other and their choices in life partners. She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car, keys in hand. "My landlord shouldn't be here, but just ignore him if he is. He's kind of an asshole," she said with a smile. "He sold the house, so I had twenty four hours to gee tee eff oh," she spelled out the popular texting acronym. It was a sort of dorky habit of hers, spelling out acronyms but she didn't care. She walked to the side of the house, looking behind her to make sure Charlie was following her. "I'm pretty sure most of everything is trash," she explained, "I got most of everything second hand from the previous tenant. I don't think I'm taking anything except my clothes, blankets, and stuff like that. Our new place deserves new stuff," she said with a smile. 

As they walked through the door, Mira could smell the familiar scent of her ex-girlfriend's perfume. "Shit…" she muttered. She walked inside the apartment with apprehension, this wouldn't end well at all. 

"Oh, Mira you're home - -" Daniella stopped midsentence. She was about the same height as Mira, with dark auburn hair and light honey eyes. She was pretty on the surface, but pretty ugly underneath it all. 

"Who is that?"