Stephane
I arrived at Wyatt’s around 5:30 that evening. I knocked and then I heard a crash and yelling before he opened the door.
“Hey Stephane, come on in.” He hugged me.
“Hey is everything ok? It sounded like something fell.”
“Umm…yeah, that was dinner. It was hotter than I expected and I dropped the dish. Have a seat, let me finish cleaning up and I’ll be right back.”
“Do you need any help?”
“No, its ok, thanks. Make yourself comfortable. Oh, and do you like Chinese?” He laughed.
“Sure! I can look up some places while you’re cleaning.”
“That sounds great, I’m sorry about the hassle Stephane.”
“Don’t worry about it! Go clean up! I’ll be here.”
“Promise?” He said with a grin and I couldn’t help but to blush.
Wow, how could I forget how great his smile is? I thought. Ugh,
