"You left something in the dryer." It was Timo at Megan's door. He gave her the little surprise. It was a pair of her silky black undies.
"How did you know it was mine?" She snatched them from him, wondering to let him in, but he was in the kitchen before she knew. "And..and how did you ..." Had he been following me, she thought.
"You ask a lot of questions." He sighed and went to take a look in the livingroom. He looked from the window. Not at her unmade bed. "Do you ever go out?"
Megan pressed her lips tight.
"Hungry?" He looked at her.
"Oh, I shouldn't." But her stomach growled at the mention of food. She was in the middle of something free that she downloaded on her Kindle Fire.
"I know this little Indian place around the corner. I think you'd like it. Ever try shisha? Hooka?" He looked at her as if this was some sort of an assignment.
"They don't care if you're dressed up, or no?" His hands were in dark grey slacks. Timo wore something casual, a faded Elvis Costello T-shirt over his long sleeve T-shirt.
Megan was just in her tight yoga pants and cami. She was barefooted. She bit her lip and went straight to the bathroom. She gritted hard wondering if this was really OK. She reached for Derrick's scratch grey sweater. It smelled of his AXE cologne. It was as if she were taking him with her, so she wouldn't forget who was really important. What was really important.
"Is this OK?" She asked when she came back.
"Some shoes would be nice." Timo shrugged then.