“Yo. You need to check out my new shop.” He wasn’t in the living room so I headed to the kitchen and pulled out a beer. His keys and wallet were on the counter so I knew he was home. Plus, the door was unlocked. “Hold on a second,” he called from the hallway. “I’ll drink your beer while I wait.” I plopped down on the couch and took a long drink. I’d been so focused on my shop that I hadn’t thought about anything else. It was a nice distraction from the woman always dancing around in my mind. Sawyer came down the hallway wearing a collared shirt. He buttoned up the front. “What’s up?” I eyed his nice clothes. He normally wore jeans and a t-shirt just like me. “Going somewhere?” “I have a date tonight.” “Score,” I said. “Yep. And she’s so damn hot. Like, a ten. No, an eleven.” I held up my beer. “Congratulations.” “So, the shop?” “Yeah, it’s looking really good. I redid the floors and painted the walls. Now I have a few portraits around.
