We head right to where the kitchen tables are in the store.
“Sit,” I say as I do the same, running my fingers across the wood.
He checks it out and starts bobbing his head up and down. “Yep, looks like a table.”
I laugh out loud. “Do you care which shape or color you want?”
“Nope.”
“You are easier to please than I thought,” I tease.
A woman approaches us. “Welcome to Lainey’s Furniture. I’m Jessica. Are you guys looking for anything in particular?”
“Everything,” I blurt out, then stop myself. “Well, almost everything. He already has a couch.”
“What exactly do you mean by everything?” she asks.
She’s probably never had to furnish someone’s entire house at one time before.
Evan speaks up. “I have an empty place, except for my couch, TV, and a bed.”
“Okay then. Let me go get a pen and paper so we can start writing things down.”
I snap my fingers. “Great idea!”
She walks away, and I hold up my hand to Evan. “Can I see those pictures again?”
He hands his phone to me, and I check out the nook area just off his kitchen.
“Did you happen to measure this before you left?”
He nods while grabbing a piece of paper out of his back pocket. “I took measurements of everything, just in case.”
Jessica heads back our way, holding a tape measure.
“Hey, it’s like you knew what we’d need next,” I say jokingly.
She hands it to me with a smile. “Yep, I tend to do this a lot.”
I measure a few of the tables and step back to check them out one more time. “These three will fit best.” I point to them. “Which one do you like better?”
He points to a simple dark wood table with a bench on one side and chairs on the other. “This one.”
I tap his chest with the back of my hand. “Me too!”
“Glad to see you two agree right away. Most couples take quite a while to make their decision,” Jessica says with a grin as she writes down the one we chose.
“Oh. No. Sorry.” I motion between us. “We’re not a couple. I’m just helping out.”
“My apologies,” she responds.
Evan smiles her way. “Maybe one day …”
He winks, and I instantly flush all over.
“Living room? Yes, let’s move on to the living room,” I say a little louder than I should.
I don’t miss his chuckle under his breath as I walk by him, heading toward the couches.
