Ivan and Tristram stood upon the deck, which projected out from the north-east corner of the front lawn. The night had a cool, crisp taste. They could see the lights of town in the south east, under a clear and starry sky.
“Ivan,” Tristram began, “Why did you invite Regina here tonight?”
Ivan grunted. “I sensed a chemistry between the two of you in class. I thought I would do you a favour.”
“Why?”
“That is a good question.” Ivan answered, his voice low and musical. “Let’s just say that I feel compelled to know you better, and I thought that if I gave your love life a kick-start, you may feel more favourably towards me.”
“You’re going to have to do better than that.” Tristram returned.
“You have more questions for me, Tristram. Why don’t you ask them and see where we end up?”
“Alrigh
