You’re an excellent cook.”“When it comes to the kitchen, I’m a one-trick pony. You said you couldn’t eat Sichuan, so I toned this down a bit...”“I appreciate that you listened ... and remembered.” She lifted his hand to her lips. “You are very sweet, Christian.”“Do you mean that literally or figuratively?”She giggled. “Both, I think.”He parked in her driveway and escorted her to her door. “Thank you for another lovely evening,” she said.“I had a great time, too. Do you have another deadline. It's up to you. I don't mind helping you. Your broken leg has to be elevated most of the time. By the way, how is the sprained ankle?" Fine."Steven removed the dressing. The swelling was almost gone. After examining it, he tightly bandaged it anew."Let's adjust the crutches," he said.I noticed the green clogs near the bed."The right one is useless," I said."Just temporarily," Steven answered.Then he slipped the left shoe on my foot and helped me stand up, putting his arm round my waist. I. This was unfamiliar ground for them as well. They all knew each other socially, but this was not a social occasion, at least not in the usual sense. After a few tense moments, I called for their attention. My informal meeting was brief. I told them that I was getting married and that changes were coming, beginning with substitutes both in the gym and in the studio. I also told them to expect another move. It had been five years since the last one, but heads were nodding. I have good client. .." What, Stan? I love you to death like my son's BFF, but I need to hit the road," I warned him, crossing my arms.He still couldn't form a full sentence or even speak for a moment after that.Although, I noticed that his eyes were going down south, just a tad. "Stan, are you glancing at my thong?" No, no, no, I am not," he answered, backing away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to waste your time, Katrina. I'm just going to go now, goodbye," he let out before turning around."Wait a damn minute,.