Who: Winnie, Cherrie and eventually Jackie What: Matchmaking! Beware! Where: Hamartia 602/603 When: This week Warnings: None
Winnie had settled into Hamartia 602 with no trouble to speak of. She'd hammered and nailed herself a loft bed, while Jack was out, and she'd bought some loud fabric at the local fabric shop (the one that smelled like old women and glue), and she'd brought home her favorite welding and soldering tools and set up a work table in the corner of the bare living room, her welding helmet perched beside her XBox and Wii.
Jack wasn't around so much, and she had the place mostly to herself, but she'd already figured out he wasn't out with any lady friends. In fact, he didn't seem to have many friends to speak of at all, which Winnie thought was real sad since he was awful pretty (even with that scar). She'd decided, almost immediately, that she had to be doing something to make him less lonely.
She was walking out to do some more looking, and to see if that suped up Charger was still sitting out front, when she noticed it.
The smell of Heaven.
Food in Hamartia 602 consisted of sandwiches and milk, and whatever was cooking in 603 smelled sweet, like the pies her momma made when Winnie was small. It had to be a woman cooking, and a woman that could cook something that smelled like that was automatically in the running for Jack's hand as far as Winnie saw things.
She walked the short distance to 603, her hair in messy pigtails, still wearing the pair of coveralls she'd put on for work that morning, and she knocked on the door, hoping for someone who wasn't old as her momma.