[Lunch had ended on a nice note. The food was good and the company was even better, though Rey was trying her best to keep thoughts of her own past at bay. Sooner or later she would have to reveal some of her past to him that didn't involve Ben. Wasn't the lover or girlfriend of a hero always a weakness for them? Or maybe she was over thinking things? It would be better to tell him now, just to put us on even ground, the thought swirled around in her mind as they left for the grocery store.
It was a bit embarrassing for Rey to do her shopping with Diego. Normally she had her shit together, knowing off the top of her head what she needed and what she had planned for the week. Then again, normally she didn't have someone who distracted her with a look or light touch that made her want to stay closer to them. Whatever, she would get through it and make sure Diego went home with enough food.]
I'm pretty sure it would, and worse case scenario we can have the groceries sit with us.
[The rest of the trip was a blur. The Lyft drier picked them up and drove them back to her place. She spent the time explaining what car she drove (an old Honda civic) and let it slip she also had a Kawasaki motorcycle parked next to it. She rationalized that if she did drive them around then Diego would most likely see it, and didn't want him to feel like she was keeping it a secret. Of course, she made sure to include she had the proper riding attire for it--helmet, jacket and gloves.
The drive came to an end right outside her apartment. They grabbed the groceries, with Rey closing the hatch of the trunk and giving her thanks to the Lyft driver. Coming up to the entrance, she opened the door to the building that lead right into the lobby. She fished out the keys from her pocket, using the key fob to open the lobby door. It was a nice looking building with some tech features for the door locks and security system. She lead Diego towards an elevator, swiping her key fob again before hitting the button to the third floor.
A smooth ride up, a quick trip down the hall and they soon came upon her apartment door. The key fob was used again to unlock the door.]
Come on in, and feel free to set the groceries on the counter.
[Rey told him, holding the door open to let Diego come inside. It was a big apartment with an open floor concept. There was a kitchen with plenty of counter space, an island that had the kitchen sink and bar stools to the side of it. There was a couch facing a flat screen television that hung on the wall. Next to it was a small cat tree and in the opposite corner were cat bowls for food and water--both of which were empty.
For all intents and purposes, it looked like the apartment was lived in. From the appliances to the cat tree and small planet Rey had on a windowsill, it looked like someone was living there. But, it would be clear that there were things missing--personal touches. No artwork, degrees or photos hung on the walls. There weren't any personal touches that showed Diego who Rey was.
Once Diego was inside, she went past the threshold and took off her shoes, wanting to be comfortable in her home.]
So... [Rey began, moving to the island to set the bags down.] I can put some of the stuff away if you wouldn't mind washing and prepping the veggies?
Re: onto dinner!
It was a bit embarrassing for Rey to do her shopping with Diego. Normally she had her shit together, knowing off the top of her head what she needed and what she had planned for the week. Then again, normally she didn't have someone who distracted her with a look or light touch that made her want to stay closer to them. Whatever, she would get through it and make sure Diego went home with enough food.]
I'm pretty sure it would, and worse case scenario we can have the groceries sit with us.
[The rest of the trip was a blur. The Lyft drier picked them up and drove them back to her place. She spent the time explaining what car she drove (an old Honda civic) and let it slip she also had a Kawasaki motorcycle parked next to it. She rationalized that if she did drive them around then Diego would most likely see it, and didn't want him to feel like she was keeping it a secret. Of course, she made sure to include she had the proper riding attire for it--helmet, jacket and gloves.
The drive came to an end right outside her apartment. They grabbed the groceries, with Rey closing the hatch of the trunk and giving her thanks to the Lyft driver. Coming up to the entrance, she opened the door to the building that lead right into the lobby. She fished out the keys from her pocket, using the key fob to open the lobby door. It was a nice looking building with some tech features for the door locks and security system. She lead Diego towards an elevator, swiping her key fob again before hitting the button to the third floor.
A smooth ride up, a quick trip down the hall and they soon came upon her apartment door. The key fob was used again to unlock the door.]
Come on in, and feel free to set the groceries on the counter.
[Rey told him, holding the door open to let Diego come inside. It was a big apartment with an open floor concept. There was a kitchen with plenty of counter space, an island that had the kitchen sink and bar stools to the side of it. There was a couch facing a flat screen television that hung on the wall. Next to it was a small cat tree and in the opposite corner were cat bowls for food and water--both of which were empty.
For all intents and purposes, it looked like the apartment was lived in. From the appliances to the cat tree and small planet Rey had on a windowsill, it looked like someone was living there. But, it would be clear that there were things missing--personal touches. No artwork, degrees or photos hung on the walls. There weren't any personal touches that showed Diego who Rey was.
Once Diego was inside, she went past the threshold and took off her shoes, wanting to be comfortable in her home.]
So... [Rey began, moving to the island to set the bags down.] I can put some of the stuff away if you wouldn't mind washing and prepping the veggies?