Andrea leaned closer to Jonathan, unaware that they were being watched.  Chel walked up to the side of the couch and waited until they were almost kissing.  “Andrea,…  why did you move the couch?”

Andrea and Jonathan froze, both feeling that cold sensation of being caught.  Chel wasn’t so much concerned about the two of them making out as the state of the living room, the time of night and the fact that they had woke her up.