Thread: Like a Good Neighbor (RVJ94 and Whispered Desire)

I have a couple of cokes in the fridge, or water. I'm sorry, that's all I have right now. The rest is back in the car, I'll have to make the walk back to get the rest of the stuff later. She grinned sheepishly then I wasn't expecting the car to break down so I went shopping with the intentions of planning on stocking my kitchen. Emily sat beside him, drinking the coffee she had poured for herself while he had written the name and number down. Those dark tresses would fall around her face as she cocked her head slightly, turning towards him You don't drink? That is rare and admirable in this day and age. It seemed that Emily had a lifetime of being involved with men that drank far too much, meeting someone that didn't was a refreshing change for her. I don't drink all that often either most of this stuff is left overs from Why she even was telling him this she had no clue but she was half way through the sentence and would finish it the last guy I dated. He drank. She wouldn't add that he had been a heavy drinker and always had booze in the house or that he was generally a mean SOB when he drank. Who was she kidding, he'd turned out to be mean even when he wasn't drinking. Emily rose to take her cup to the sink, her bare leg brushing against his and she blushed slightly Sorry about that she said, rinsing the cup and setting it down. She stood then, her palms pressed against the sink behind her as she leaned against the counter reflecting I'll bet since it's already late on a Saturday morning any shop that would have been opened is closed by now. She said the words then unpacked a few bags, gathering the frozen items and placing them in the freezer before they thawed and making sure to put the milk and other items in the refrigerator. A small sigh would escape as she continued with a slight smile Well, there's nothing like having all weekend to get unpacked to make some more room to work from, I need to get my office set up but first I guess I'd better hike back over to my car and get the rest of my groceries until I can get in touch with the mechanic or tow truck. I think it should be okay sitting where it's at, it's parked along the street. She didn't care for the idea that she'd have to leave her car sit, especially since she had a hunch it was just a battery that needed replaced. At least Mark had been good with cars. That frown would cross her features again then as she remembered her manners once more. Why was it she just assumed that the man sitting in her kitchen needed to hear all of her woes, and why exactly she felt so comfortable talking to him she'd yet to figure out but quickly she changed the subject then although the issue with getting her groceries home and getting the car fixed would obviously still weigh heavily upon her mind. So tell me Joseph, what do you do for a living? Do you work close by? She glanced nervously at the clock that she'd managed to get hung on the wall, noting that the mid day sun would soon be up and most likely she'd be soaked from the walk back to the car and back to the apartment by the time she got done. Suddenly she became less interested in making the trek for her canned goods and more interested in talking to the younger man who now sat at her table although an age gap was evident, for some reason she found it rather easy to talk to him. She picked up the chap stick laying on the counter and applied it to her semi swollen lip, the waxy substance seemed to sooth it and make it less painful while it healed. Emily moved back to the table and took her seat beside him once more, this time being careful not to brush up against him. She smiled then, a genuine smile I guess you could consider me to be lucky, I get to work from home most of the time. I rarely ever actually have to go to the office. She nodded her head towards the other room that held her working desk I can do most everything from right there, well that is, other than the meetings that I can't do through video conferencing. Then I actually have to go into the office, but it doesn't happen often. She'd wait for him then to either divulge what he did for a living or skirt her question as quite frankly, it really wasn't her business what his occupation was.