*
"Good morning," Gina smiled the moment Mr Evans opened the door. "I came here three times already, and you were nowhere to be seen."
"Forgive me," he smiled. "I went out to meet an old friend."
"You look nice," she said. "May I come in?"
"Of course," he shook his head as he stepped aside. Gina smiled as she walked past him, heading for the chair. "Have you had anything to eat?" she asked.
"Yes, actually," he said as he closed the door behind him. "I made breakfast before I went out."
"I'm sure it was awful," she laughed.
"And why do you think that?" he c****d his head.
"Because men cannot cook," she laughed.
"Well," he smirked, "I'm not like most men."
"I knew that already," she giggled like a little girl. "So, what did you meet this old friend for?"
"It's just work,"
