Robin looked at the sink full of greasy dirty water and concluded that it was definitely blocked. That may or may not have had something to do with the half dozen teabags, two Twix wrappers, the wax casing from a Babybel, and a big ball of dog hair that had been forcefully jammed into the drain.
Robin dialled the number and was glad when it was answered after the second ring. "Hi, yeah, so my sink is completely blocked, how soon could you have someone over here to take a look at it? Any time is good for me, I'm working from home, I just need my sink sorted. Half an hour? That'd be great. I'll look forward to it."
When the doorbell rang, Robin answered it dressed in just a pair of slippers and a knee-length kimono style robe. It was silk and felt amazing against bare skin.
"You called for a plumber?" Robin was tall, but the man on the doorstep was taller still, broad chested, and with the kind of muscles that come from physical labour, not out of a bottle in a gym.
"Yes, come in, it's the kitchen one, probably put something down there I shouldn't have and now it's all backed up."
"I wouldn't be surprised, you find the strangest things trapped in sinks, shouldn't take too long to check out."
They walked through the living room to the kitchen, Robin's robe briefly opening to give a flash of well-toned thigh.
"Good, I've been meaning to get it seen to for a while, but I was going to do the breakfast dishes and I was faced with this," Robin gestured toward the filthy water with distaste.
"Not a problem, let's try the basics first." The plumber pulled a plunger out of his tool bag and started to try and unblock the sink. Robin watched his hand firmly grasp the plunger and start pumping it up and down, admiring the way the muscles in his forearm flexed.
Ten minutes later the sink was still full of water. Robin leaned back against the cooker and continued to watch. "So, what's next?"
