Saturday: July/26/08
Who: Cherry and Roake When: Saturday, early afternoon Where: Boston aquarium What: date?
Roake really wasn't much of a conversationalist. He didn't tend to bring up topics, and his replies to Cherry's questions and general commentary were brief. But he was cute and he had a good energy about him. Cherry figured he just wasn't much for idle chatter while driving, so she turned up the volume and sang along with the radio. Thank God the convertible she'd rented had satellite radio, because Cherry hated commercials, and she was a big fan of the 80's station. She knew just about every song that played, even though she was a little bit young to know some of them. It was a good thing her voice wasn't so bad, because poor Roake had to endure it for the majority of the trip to Boston.
Arriving at the aquarium, Cherry took a moment to check her hair in the mirror. It wasn't too messy from the drive, but it needed a little attention. "Don't you just love convertibles? I'd trade in my SUV to get one, but I'd just end up regretting it when winter arrives." She hopped out of the car and pocketed her cell phone in her jeans. Once again, Cherry had kept her clothing low key for Roake's benefit. An old, black Cure tshirt with the collar ripped off, exposing the straps of a white tank top under it.