Inviting Quinn had seemed like such a good idea earlier, but now she was sitting on my dingy couch, I wasn’t sure what I’d been thinking. The bad lightning and old coffee table weren’t exactly romance-inducing. The thick, old-fashioned laptop and the lack of anything cool or hip were just taunting reminders of our age difference.
The couch dipped as I sat down next to her, careful not to sit too close or too far away. I didn’t want to come off as too assuming or a prude.
“Hey, nice horse,” Quinn noted, gesturing to the only painting in the house.
“Thanks. It was a birthday gift from Rebecca’s new girlfriend.”
“Ouch.”
“No, it was sweet. She likes painting.”
“Hah… And you actually put it up?”
I nodded. “Well, yes. It would’ve been rude not to, would it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hmm… Anyway
