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Mickey D’s? Not that I have a problem with either, but we’re not really dressed to go out.”
“Well, I guess we could call it a date. What I have in mind doesn’t require anything fancy. Just steaks and potatoes at my place.” Deven couldn’t care less what they did, or what they called it, so long as she would spend even five more minutes with him tonight.
Chapter Five:
Guess Who’s Coming After Dinner
Charli appeared to mull over her response for just a moment, but he wasn’t going to accept anything less than “yes.” She must have seen he was dead set on dinner as she responded with, “Okay, but since you’re supplying the food, let me grab a bottle of wine.”
She didn’t wait for him to speak, just hopped out of the car, taking her keys in hand. Deven waited in the car, amazed at the fact that he asked Charli out. Even more shocking, she accepted. He never knew what she would say or do, keeping him on his toes. Charli walked back out to him, locking her door less than five minutes after she entered the house. The first thing he saw was that she changed clothes.
He wondered if that meant what he wanted it to. That she wanted to look nice for him. Or did it mean she just wanted some not-grimy clothes on? He wished he knew what made her tick, so he would know or could attempt a logical hypothesis. But only time would tell. He would just go with the flow and let her show him what she wanted.
The drive to his house in Ogden didn’t take much time, only twenty minutes or so. Along the way Charli played with the radio and his MP3 player. His selections were varied, and she picked some of everything. First she played Gorillaz, then T.I., next she played Jill Scott. The last song was Sade, and they both sang along. Deven spent the ride attempting to calm his libido, so he didn’t jump her the moment she entered his house.
* * * *
She was grooving as he turned the corner, to a subdivision. There were several houses in a small cul-de-sac, his at the farthest side of the circle. It appeared none of the houses were occupied, since all were in varying stages of construction. One looked almost complete, just lacking cleaning of supplies in the yard. Another had a foundation only and the third had wooden skeleton walls erected. Deven’s gray, bricked house appeared to be the smallest, at only one floor and maybe an attic space above. The yard was neat, manicured, and had Japanese cherry blossom trees mingling with dogwoods in front. The yard itself was fairly large, and the drive and walkways were paved with cobbled stones.
There was the ubiquitous Southern porch complete with rocking bench and small table. When she walked in, the house was a hodgepodge of things, like it was at war with what it should look like. She saw a brown leather sectional, green, round, patterned floor cushions. His brown curtains were simple, pooling to the floor at each outer wall. His floors were parquet and covered in homespun rag rugs, some large rounds, in other places square. He showed her through the hall to the kitchen.
Along the nickel tour Deven explained the significance of the suburban development.
“It’s an entirely green neighborhood. All the homes here are powered off the grid using solar and other technologies. All houses are outfitted with driveway power plugs for electric cars and have self-regulating water heaters with switches.” Charli was immediately intrigued with the concept and Deven seemed more than happy to brag on his newest project. From what she could see, it was his baby, and he was certain the idea was the new wave of the future.
“How did you come up with the idea?” Charli was curious.
“When you have travelled as much as I have, your eyes are opened to many possibilities. In Japan, they have mastered the concept of dealing with energy issues and use the hot water switches in most homes. Other countries use natural fibers such as hemp and jute to insulate. When I helped Charyn with
“Well, I guess we could call it a date. What I have in mind doesn’t require anything fancy. Just steaks and potatoes at my place.” Deven couldn’t care less what they did, or what they called it, so long as she would spend even five more minutes with him tonight.
Chapter Five:
Guess Who’s Coming After Dinner
Charli appeared to mull over her response for just a moment, but he wasn’t going to accept anything less than “yes.” She must have seen he was dead set on dinner as she responded with, “Okay, but since you’re supplying the food, let me grab a bottle of wine.”
She didn’t wait for him to speak, just hopped out of the car, taking her keys in hand. Deven waited in the car, amazed at the fact that he asked Charli out. Even more shocking, she accepted. He never knew what she would say or do, keeping him on his toes. Charli walked back out to him, locking her door less than five minutes after she entered the house. The first thing he saw was that she changed clothes.
He wondered if that meant what he wanted it to. That she wanted to look nice for him. Or did it mean she just wanted some not-grimy clothes on? He wished he knew what made her tick, so he would know or could attempt a logical hypothesis. But only time would tell. He would just go with the flow and let her show him what she wanted.
The drive to his house in Ogden didn’t take much time, only twenty minutes or so. Along the way Charli played with the radio and his MP3 player. His selections were varied, and she picked some of everything. First she played Gorillaz, then T.I., next she played Jill Scott. The last song was Sade, and they both sang along. Deven spent the ride attempting to calm his libido, so he didn’t jump her the moment she entered his house.
* * * *
She was grooving as he turned the corner, to a subdivision. There were several houses in a small cul-de-sac, his at the farthest side of the circle. It appeared none of the houses were occupied, since all were in varying stages of construction. One looked almost complete, just lacking cleaning of supplies in the yard. Another had a foundation only and the third had wooden skeleton walls erected. Deven’s gray, bricked house appeared to be the smallest, at only one floor and maybe an attic space above. The yard was neat, manicured, and had Japanese cherry blossom trees mingling with dogwoods in front. The yard itself was fairly large, and the drive and walkways were paved with cobbled stones.
There was the ubiquitous Southern porch complete with rocking bench and small table. When she walked in, the house was a hodgepodge of things, like it was at war with what it should look like. She saw a brown leather sectional, green, round, patterned floor cushions. His brown curtains were simple, pooling to the floor at each outer wall. His floors were parquet and covered in homespun rag rugs, some large rounds, in other places square. He showed her through the hall to the kitchen.
Along the nickel tour Deven explained the significance of the suburban development.
“It’s an entirely green neighborhood. All the homes here are powered off the grid using solar and other technologies. All houses are outfitted with driveway power plugs for electric cars and have self-regulating water heaters with switches.” Charli was immediately intrigued with the concept and Deven seemed more than happy to brag on his newest project. From what she could see, it was his baby, and he was certain the idea was the new wave of the future.
“How did you come up with the idea?” Charli was curious.
“When you have travelled as much as I have, your eyes are opened to many possibilities. In Japan, they have mastered the concept of dealing with energy issues and use the hot water switches in most homes. Other countries use natural fibers such as hemp and jute to insulate. When I helped Charyn with
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