(Kieran)
Saturday evening I drove to Sloane's place.
I left my house at six thirty. The drive took about twenty minutes.
When I pulled up outside her house, I grabbed the bottle of wine I'd brought. A nice red. Something to go with whatever we were having for dinner.
I walked up to the door and knocked.
She opened it a few seconds later. Wearing jeans and a sweater. Hair down. No makeup.
She looked beautiful.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey."
She stepped aside. "Come in."
I walked in. Handed her the wine.
"You didn't have to bring anything," she said.
"I wanted to."
She smiled. "Thank you."
I followed her to the kitchen. It smelled good. Like garlic and herbs.
"What are you making?" I asked.
"Grilled chicken with rice and vegetables. Nothing fancy. Just something simple."
"Smells gr
