Mrs. Kovak?
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Luka filled them in on Ria's past before they got to the door. They remained skeptical, but didn't voice any more doubts.
"Ah, you're here, and someone's followed you home!" Ria joked when they walked in. She looked nice, but casual, in jeans and one of his plain black t-shirts.
"Yes, can we keep them?" he laughed, kissing her on the cheek. Behind him Carter and Abby exchanged another look.
"Hi! I'm Abby" she said and extended her hand. Ria took it in her own. Abby found herself looking into her eyes and feeling a lot less nervous.
"I'm Ria. And you must be Carter" she shifted her attention to her other guest.
"John Carter, yeah" he smiled, experiencing the same kind of tension release Abby did.
"I hope you two like chicken and pasta" Ria said as they moved into the kitchenette, "Because it's my favorite" Abby and Carter chuckled as they all took their places. The kitchenette was a little cramped, but nobody was uncomfortable.
"We don't have any wine, but we do have sparkling red grape juice, if you're interested" Ria wiggled her eyebrows, "It's even better than the real stuff" Abby got a kick out of that as Ria filled her glass. Ria kept them laughing all night, while still answering all their questions about her, and alieving them of their fears. By the time they were ready to go, Abby and Carter were quite certain they hadn't had as much fun in a very long time. Luka walked them out to the hallway.
"So?"
"She is great" Carter said.
"She is really nice" Abby added.
"So?" Luka reiterated.
"I'd be happy to be your best man, Luka Kovak" Carter smiled, and clapped Luka on the back, "Congratulations"
"Abby?"
"I'm in too" she answered with a smile.
"Thank you" Luka told them, "This will mean so much to Ria" He went back inside and found Ria trying to put one of the wine glasses away. He took it from her and slipped it back on the correct shelf.
"Well?"
"They'll do it"
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Luka filled them in on Ria's past before they got to the door. They remained skeptical, but didn't voice any more doubts.
"Ah, you're here, and someone's followed you home!" Ria joked when they walked in. She looked nice, but casual, in jeans and one of his plain black t-shirts.
"Yes, can we keep them?" he laughed, kissing her on the cheek. Behind him Carter and Abby exchanged another look.
"Hi! I'm Abby" she said and extended her hand. Ria took it in her own. Abby found herself looking into her eyes and feeling a lot less nervous.
"I'm Ria. And you must be Carter" she shifted her attention to her other guest.
"John Carter, yeah" he smiled, experiencing the same kind of tension release Abby did.
"I hope you two like chicken and pasta" Ria said as they moved into the kitchenette, "Because it's my favorite" Abby and Carter chuckled as they all took their places. The kitchenette was a little cramped, but nobody was uncomfortable.
"We don't have any wine, but we do have sparkling red grape juice, if you're interested" Ria wiggled her eyebrows, "It's even better than the real stuff" Abby got a kick out of that as Ria filled her glass. Ria kept them laughing all night, while still answering all their questions about her, and alieving them of their fears. By the time they were ready to go, Abby and Carter were quite certain they hadn't had as much fun in a very long time. Luka walked them out to the hallway.
"So?"
"She is great" Carter said.
"She is really nice" Abby added.
"So?" Luka reiterated.
"I'd be happy to be your best man, Luka Kovak" Carter smiled, and clapped Luka on the back, "Congratulations"
"Abby?"
"I'm in too" she answered with a smile.
"Thank you" Luka told them, "This will mean so much to Ria" He went back inside and found Ria trying to put one of the wine glasses away. He took it from her and slipped it back on the correct shelf.
"Well?"
"They'll do it"