Eva
Face it, you have a type,” she says.
I reply, “Yeah, and you don't, maybe you need one.”
She smirks, “I am sure that I could handle more than one.”
I throw my hands up, “I'm going to cook, you get the series going.” Sam and I go to the kitchen.
He asks, “Is it weird what she wanted to watch?”
“No, we watch all kinds of stuff. Maybe she just picked up on my need for this conversation?” I responded.
He asks, “You sure you didn't put it into her?”
I shrug, “I'm sure I didn't directly do it. Let's do pan-roasted chicken and veggies with wild rice. We can make lava cakes for dessert.”
“Sounds fine,” he says, so we get on it. Once the timers are set, we go to the theater room.
As I take my seat near Katie, “So I've not missed much.”
“No, she's just starting to figure out Bill isn'
