"Have you ever eaten at the little diner on Willow Run? It goes by the same name as the road."
"No, I don't think I have."
"Would you like to meet me there in about an hour?"
He smiled with a mischevious look in his eye. He said, "If you'll be there, I'll gladly go."
Her cheeks felt warm in the cool, dusk air. She was blushing, again.
At home, she enhanced her cheekbones, eyes, and lips with just a small touch of color. She put on a more stream-lined pair of shoes, as well. It wasn't a complete change, but a subtle hint that she was interested in him. She finished her grooming and drove to meet him at the diner.
He appeared just a moment or two after she arrived. They sat at a booth, across from one another. They ate light meals. They talked. He smiled with more frequency as the evening moved along. His smile inspired small bolts of desire to course through her sex.
The diner's waitress shooed them out of the restaurant at closing time. Spontaneously, she decided to ask him to come back to her apartment. He eagerly accepted the invitation.
"I hope you don't mind a little mess. I haven't really been motivated to clean up the kitchen." Alan shrugged. She surveyed the dishes, the empty boxes, the wrappers, and the bits of food left out that her dog couldn't reach. He didn't even seem to look at the mess. She led him from the kitchen to her much cleaner living room. She pointed at the red, suede couch.
"Please, have a seat."
