He was intent on the story she was telling when he felt her foot rubbing against his calf. His eyes glanced down even though he knew the table would b...ock his view. When he looked back she smiled coyly. ‘Why don’t we go get some dessert?’ Carrie asked ‘I know just the place three blocks west of here.’ They got the check, paid and walked out the door. The temperature was dropping and the air was cooler. They had only traveled a block when it started to rain lightly. They walked faster. Dan put. The manager heard me and came down to ask me as to what had happened. I narrated the incident and told him this is not what is to be expected. The manager told me he would take me himself for the test ride. But I was in no mood to negotiate.I was walking out and entered my car. Megha came running(after a heated discussion with her manager) and apologized for her behavior. She saw the catalog for the a6 and asked me to wait. I told her I am getting late and I was in no mood to listen. She tried. All the while Jen was standing there laughing at me. ‘I can do this,’ I said. Finally I had it on Jerry. He looked at me like, ‘What took you so long?’ We got in the car and Jen asked if we could go to an Italian restaurant. She said that Jerry would make a mess but loved spaghetti. So Italian it was. Jen ordered spaghetti and got an extra plate and gave some to Jerry. She brought along a tiny fork but he was doing better with his hands. I was having a great time. I can’t remember the last time. “I know you’re not really into the whole party thing and to be honest I kind of want to stay in tonight anyway.” “Yeah, that’s fine with me!” She smiles at me and I smile back at her. “Did I ever tell you that I’m glad I have you as my best friend?” She asks. “I think maybe once or twice.” “Well, Kevin… I’m so glad to have a friend like you!” She places her hand on top of mind. We’re sitting on her bed like old couples do before they turn in for the night. I turn my hand over and our fingers.