Gizmo wondered what had prompted him to agree to letting her cook for him. He usually tried to keep things impersonal. More distant. He didn"t mind taking a woman out, then back to her place, or his. This was a little awkward though and he didn"t quite know why.
Maybe it was that they were in her space, her territory. Now, they sat in metal rockers on the narrow strip of cement that made up her back porch. Her yard was only a little larger than the master bathroom at his place, but the plants surrounding every inch of the small plot made it apparent she spent a great deal of time and energy working on it.
"Do you watch TV?" Jill asked after a while.
"Some. Not a lot but I have a couple shows I like to keep up with. What about you?" He watched her, wanting to see her reactions.
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