The two walked over to the parking curb and there was his bike, a Harley bicycle. "If you don't have a car you can ride here and if you have one you can follow me."
"I don't have a car," she replied wringing her hands in a girlish way.
"Okay hop in, it'll take only a few minutes."
Alfie didn't just get an eyeful of her smooth sun-kissed thighs and a whiff of her subtle hair fragrance as she perched her bottom on the thick top tube of his bike but the greatest feeling was that he felt as if their hearts became entwined. The bike sped off threading the streets in a fast clip until they were on the road shaded by clasping leafy trees on both sides. Gina was exhilarated.
"Expansive windows, nice curtains, I'm impressed," she said as they were finally inside the already furnished 1930 apartment bungalow. She checked everything from balcony with access doors to the two bedrooms, from living room to kitchen, and the bathroom with bathtub.
"This is a little farther away from my work but as long as I can take a bus from here..."
"Yeah there's buses passing here going to town. Takes about 10 to 15 minutes. Ah where do you work?"
"Ah I work part time at a call center in the morning and I go to school, fashion school in the afternoon till evening next month."
"Ah how much will be my share for the rent?"
"Three fifty."
"Three fifty for this? Thrifty. No kidding? I'll take it. I'll take it. I can move here in a few days!" She was enthusiastic.
"Okay."
"Oh thanks Alfie," she said wanting to hug him but resisted. "Funny if not for those two butterflies I wouldn't have gotten to know you and this beautiful house."
"Ah what do you do Alfie?"
"I raise egg plants, different colors and sizes and lately tomatoes. I'm a self supporting farm guy."
"Eggplants and tomatoes?"
"A-huh."
"What a combination!"
"But you don't look like a farmer," she mused out loud.
"What do I look like to you?"
"I don't exactly know but I see a dreamer in you, a gypsy streak or an artist." She smiled, showing nice teeth, pink, shiny sensual lips.
"I dropped out of school when I was 16 and run into various jobs like driving double Decker-cattle rigs and then I became a bouncer in a road house. It was a troublesome job. No matter how careful you were you made enemies. But it was also the source where I met good friends and one of them were Mr. Irving Sturges who owns this land. He made me his property custodian and later on shared profits with me when we ventured into business selling vegetables and flowers and ornamental plants. I studied gardening and landscaping and now I have a number of clients and this is my own business."
"Some resume, huh?" she said casting her eyes down studying the dark old shiny floor tiles that reflected the shortened long limbs of her 5'4" height, less the wedge sandals in her feet.
"Say why don't you stay for dinner? I can whip up some egg plant sandwiches.
"Oh, you want me to taste the eggplant you're raising? Do you put ketchup, Mayo, cheese, mustard and garnishes too on that like on hotdogs?
He laughed. "Somewhat like that. I grilled the eggplants and basically put tomato, cheese and some herbs. But I have kosher Jumbo Cheese dogs if you like but no hot dog buns. What I have are multi-grained bread and..ah Laura Scudder's old fashioned PB..."
"What's PB?" she cut in.
"Peanut Butter."
"Oh I loove that."
"And I have fruits like kiwi and grapes. And for our drinks well if you like Bloody Mary."