She lathered more paint on the board and jumped when the doorbell rang. She hoped it was her pizza because she was starving. Opening the door, a smile split her face. The person outside even better than food. She jumped into his arms kissing him happily.
“You’re in a good mood.” He smiled when she let go.
“I am.” She was smiling as she went back into the house. It smelled of paint and he could not be gladder that his plan had worked. It was not safe for her to be inhaling so much chemicals.
“Are you busy?” He asked and she looked upstairs to where her sketch was waiting.
“No.” She answered making him laugh.
“I know you are. Spare me an hour?” He asked and she nodded eagerly.
“Sure. But we have to wait for my pizza first.”
“You didn’t cook today?” He asked surprised and she shook he
