He laughed a bit, smiling when she told him she didn’t mind. She wasn’t only funny on paper, like some people seemed to be. It translated for her, and he was glad for that. It made him relax a little bit, “There’s pros and cons to both, but the kitchen has the table, so I’ll choose door number one.”
The house seemed to be fairly nice, with a good vibe to it, he thought. Her smile was something he subconsciously thought that he could get used to seeing. It didn’t go past his notice the way she twirled her hair. That was cute, in his opinion. He was beginning to feel a little more glad that he’d taken the conversation this far, that he’d come over. Maybe this would get some people off of his back too, although, he kind of hoped that Shannon didn’t know too much about the whole fiasco that had been going on in his life.
He followed her back towards the kitchen, glancing here and there out of sheer nosiness. That was when he noticed there was a guitar...and he couldn’t help but ask, even though he knew he’d never live it down if anyone found out...particularly Don, “Do you play the guitar?” he asked curiously, nodding toward the one he’d spotted. It could be a point of interest...something they had in common, maybe.