All of James's friends loved visiting James' home for dinner after work, or hanging out on the weekends. Even though it was just a rental home, Kathy, James's wife, had done a wonderful job in creating a luxury residence inside: dark gray accent walls against white curtains and walls, white furniture, fake greens, and elegant lamps.
"White isn't my first choice but it's the only way to make this place look luxurious," Kathy had said when asked about it. James had already explained to the guys before their first visits that Kathy had expensive taste. She deserved it, though. She was one of few working wives, without kids, and in particular the only one they knew with a solid career, director of something management at age 28.
James and Kathy kept an open door policy to their closest friends. There were two spare bedrooms, which anyone was open to stay, as long as they kept it clean and chipped in for groceries.
One morning, Adam found himself with free time and nothing to do. His usual errands and chores were done, he was hungry, and, if he dug a little deeper, a little homesick. So he hopped into his car and drove over to James'.
He walked up the pretty vine-wrapped green front deck and knocked.
"Come in!" called a cheerful woman's voice.
Adam let himself in, greeted by his reflection to his right. His green eyes peeked from behind black-rimmed glasses. A pretty calico cat hopped out from the hallway into the living room and stared at him from the couch.
"Hey Kathy," Adam called out, scratching the cat's ear affectionately.
"Hey Adam," Kathy replied from the room. "You're welcomed to come in here if you want."
Adam set his bag down and walked over toward Kathy's voice. She was in her home office, which was through a doorway hidden by a wheeled bookcase. She decorated her office with gray carpet, a white fur rug, a white desk, various whiteboards, calendars, and more fake plants. A purple yoga mat was rolled up in a corner. Kathy herself was sitting in a bright red office chair, wearing a white button up, jeans, and a white French pedicure, sipping from a mug.
"What's up?" Kathy said, smiling from behind her laptop screens.
"Just had a morning off and didn't want to stay in," Adam returned the smile.
"So you're just gonna stay in, but here?" Kathy laughed. She typed something, clicked the mouse, stood up, and stretched, exposing her belly for a second. "Sounds good. Hungry?"
"Always," Adam replied.
They walked to the living room. Adam took a moment to appreciate the soft herbal scent in the whole house, like a spa. He felt relaxed and happy whenever he came over. Everyone did. James lived in the most wonderful, perfect house for a young, laidback guy: simple, cheap, clean, and with the perfect setup for any video game nerd. He worked long hours, but got to come home every night to his sectional, TV dinner trays, and gaming station.
Kathy retrieved something from the fridge, set six pieces on a plate, and put it in the microwave. In less than a minute, she served up breakfast biscuit cups to Adam.
"Eat what you want; the rest James can eat when he's home," Kathy said. "There's coffee and orange juice in the fridge."
Adam played video games for a few hours, intermittently hearing Kathy working with clients over the phone and conferencing. She laughed frequently and swore occasionally. She emerged from behind the bookcase door around 1pm.
"I'm heading out around 4," Kathy said as she sat next to Adam on the couch. "You can stay or you can come with me. Going to go practice kickball with some of my teammates."
Adam laughed. Kathy had quite the variety of hobbies.
"Why not," he said, taking a swig of a beer.
"No flexing though," Kathy warned him. "It's a bunch of fat corporate people and Navy moms; they'll hate you enough for being young."
"You look like you're 12," Adam retorted.
"Yeah but people can't help but like me," Kathy winked and laughed. She got up, changed, made a quick lunch for herself and Adam, worked some more, and then they took off to kickball.
After a fantastic game, they came back to the house, slightly buzzed from all the beers and high from the energy of the childhood throwback.
"Pizza!" Kathy yelled, lengthening the sound of the word. She hooked her keys up and ran into the kitchen. "Bubby!" She yelled but there was no answer. Kathy checked her texts; James wouldn't be home until 8.
"Sorry you missed him all day," Kathy said to Adam as she started to gathered ingredients.