When we finally left our bed, we took a quick shower together before getting dressed. Marcie chose to wear her skinny jeans with a nice off-the-shoulder top and her choker around her neck. She had her hair hanging down even though she fluffed it out a little. I put on a pair of jeans also with a light green polo shirt. As we started to head out the door, she started giving me ideas on where we might want to go. As we reached the first store, I could tell she was a little excited to go out and look even if we didn't find what we wanted.
We struck out in three stores before we made it to the fourth one. Her confidence was unwavering as we went straight to the living room section to check out their offerings. She saw a nice fabric on a couch that she liked before she saw the matching chair. She sat in the chair and felt it in her hands before she looked at me. There was a look in her eye that I savored, almost like I was taking a visit inside her mind in a way.
"Leo, I love this chair."
"I can tell."
"But I'm not sure it'll match our couch."
"I feel you."
"I want to ask a huge favor. Please let me ask before you answer."
"Okay, sweetheart."
"Can we donate our couch and get both the chair and couch here?"
"Is that what you want?"
"I do. What do we do?"
"Well, I think we should put a hold on both. Then we should come back tomorrow to be sure. What do you think?"
"I didn't think of that. That's a great thought, Leo."
I looked over at the salesman who smiled back. I had no idea what he was thinking, but I do know that he needed a sale.
"Is that okay with you, sir?"
"I think it's a wise decision. You have no idea how many folks get furniture into their place and find out they didn't like it. Did you want to take home a swatch of the fabric to make sure it matches where you'd like to put it?"
