Chris GirlFriend Mandy sat by the dining table, her light-brown hair shimmering under the warm light. She wore silver-framed glasses, and her amber eyes were filled with tenderness and care. You could hardly believe what you were seeing was real. “Mandy: You’re back! I made dinner for you. How was work today? It must’ve been exhausting. You know… this is your Christmas present. From now on, you won’t have to face an empty house all by yourself anymore.”