“Why, these are gorgeous,” she accepted the versicolored bouquet of tulips, taking a deep whiff and delighting in their fragrance. “I'll put them in a vase. Please, have a seat.”
He walked into the small but cozy living room that adjoined the dining area on the split level. She had saved for a mid-range priced living room set that was complemented by polished wood side tables and a coffee table. The bare wooden floor was highly buffed and decorated by floor rugs. It was what he expected by such a classy woman, but was impressed nonetheless at how immaculate it appeared.
“Dinner should be ready in a few minutes,” she smiled. “We can have a glass of wine in the meantime. The chicken's in the oven, it's just about ready.”
“You—you didn't put the KFC in the oven,” he hesitated. “That may no
