There was good old Rory. Eisen wasn’t able to keep back a smile as he grabbed a couple of sodas from the mini fridge. “In this case, Lasagna o’clock,” he nodded sagely, chuckling as he grabbed a couple of sodas from the mini-fridge, handing one to Rory. “I think that would be everyone’s favorite time of day.”
When Rory said that they must have done more than talking, Eisen shrugged and laughed. “Okay, so there was a little bit of kissing…” he paused, “a lot of kissing,” he amended. “But it didn’t go any farther than that and that I’ll swear on my guitar and mp3 player full of music,” he promised. “Mostly, we talked and just spent the evening together, though. We don’t want to rush too much, because we want things to work,” he explained with a bit of a smile. Sometimes, he felt like that was what went wrong with Cait. They’d rushed, done too much before they were ready, and turned things into a mess. Not this time.