"Blackmail, huh?" He smiles wiping his hands free from the buttery mess on his fingers, feeling warm and stuffed, the way one does after a particularly good meal. He addresses the empty plates on the table by stacking them together, happy to see she'd eaten the majority of her meal, which meant lobster had been a decent choice. He reaches for his crutches, thinking he should clean this all up, wondering what happens next. He decides instead maybe the dishes could wait.
Instead, he remembers the wine she had given him on the way inside. He retrieves a pair of wine glasses from the rack overhead, holding them out to her so he can use his crutches and get the patio door open.
"You'll like the view I'm sure," he says. Behind his house was a private woods and lush untamed garden since he had never done much with it. The most he'd bothered with was redoing the covered patio with stoned tiles and stringing some lanterns for light. But it was a nice summer night, cool breeze, and he thought why not.
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Date: 2014-06-09 07:53 pm (UTC)Instead, he remembers the wine she had given him on the way inside. He retrieves a pair of wine glasses from the rack overhead, holding them out to her so he can use his crutches and get the patio door open.
"You'll like the view I'm sure," he says. Behind his house was a private woods and lush untamed garden since he had never done much with it. The most he'd bothered with was redoing the covered patio with stoned tiles and stringing some lanterns for light. But it was a nice summer night, cool breeze, and he thought why not.