She heard the knock on the door and glanced at herself in the mirror, once more, before walking toward the front of the house. She knew, of course, without any doubt, that the man waiting for her on the other side of the door was one of the most attractive men she knew, and as she reached to turn the doorknob, she smiled to herself, knowing that she was not only greeting an alluring, enticing man, but a man that had, for whatever reason, also managed to be a good friend.

“Hi,” he said, smiling shyly upon seeing her.

“Hi,” she replied, smiling back at him.

“Are you ready to go to dinner?” He asked. “I can wait, if you need more time.”

“I need one more minute,” she shared with him. “Come on in.”

She observed his discreet reaction as he stepped through the front door, into the living room of the house she rented.

“That’s some bright paint,” he shared.

“Subtle,” she sarcastically responded.

“What?” He asked, jokingly. “I only said it was bright.”

“I didn’t choose it,” she shared. “In fact, I really dislike it. It isn’t exactly my style, but the owner liked it a lot.” She replied, before silently considering the neutral and dark interiors of the properties of his that she had spent time in.

“I only said it was bright,” he jokingly replied, again.

“I’m happy we don’t have a disconnect in interior design.” She said, walking back into the living room, where he was waiting for her.

“I have excellent taste,” he said, winking at her.

“I noticed,” she said, smiling back at him. “I do too,” she replied, reaching into her purse for her keys, to lock the door behind them, as they left the house to go out to dinner.