Chapter 3 - Changing Clothes Not Rooms
They had spent most of the journey to Abby's apartment in silence. You know the kind of silence that usually descends in a car. However Abby broke this silence when she turned to Carter and asked, "Where are you going to get changed?"
"Your place." Carter said this as a matter of fact but a moment later he questioned it himself, "Why? Where did you think I was going to change?"
"I don't know. I didn't think about it until just now."
"Well, can I change in your place?"
Abby wanted to say no but realised that he didn't have anywhere else to change. "Sure."
Carter pulled up next to her apartment and they both got out of the car. As Abby opened the door the sound of two of her neighbours arguing at the top of their lungs greeted them. Neither of them said anything about it.
Abby unlocked her door went inside and gestured Carter to follow. "Do you want anything to drink?"
"No I'm fine." Carter quickly scanned her apartment. "Where should I.?"
Abby pointed to a side room, "You can change in there."
She watched him until he was out of sight then she went into her bedroom and opened her wardrobe. Looking over her clothes she pulled out three outfits that could be considered formal. Then she walked over to the mirror and held up each outfit in turn against her body in the way that only women seem to do.
Carter had quickly changed into his formal clothes. He exited the side room carrying his discarded clothes and starting to walk round room looking at the object contained within it. He glanced over to where Abby was changing but this time her door was mostly closed and he couldn't see into it.
After much deliberation Abby had decided which outfit to wear. It was the dress that she had bought after the museum 'non-date' with Carter.
After a while Carter realised that Abby wasn't coming out any time soon so he decided to sit down. It had been a long shift for him and his feet were a testimony to this. Then she walked into the room and he just stared. He was completely speechless at the sight in front of him. Abby noticed his reaction and misunderstood it, "Is it that bad?"
"No. It's, you're beautiful."
She blushed at his remark, "Come on. We better hurry if we are going to make our table."
Carter continued to stare, "Yeah." Then he snapped back to reality. "Yeah. We should be going."
They collected their stuff and left the apartment. As she locked her door Carter went outside to open the car and put him clothes inside. When she came outside Carter was holding the passenger door of the car open, "Your carriage awaits my lady." He did a half bow.
Abby stepped into the car, "You're not going to talk like that the whole evening are you?"
They had spent most of the journey to Abby's apartment in silence. You know the kind of silence that usually descends in a car. However Abby broke this silence when she turned to Carter and asked, "Where are you going to get changed?"
"Your place." Carter said this as a matter of fact but a moment later he questioned it himself, "Why? Where did you think I was going to change?"
"I don't know. I didn't think about it until just now."
"Well, can I change in your place?"
Abby wanted to say no but realised that he didn't have anywhere else to change. "Sure."
Carter pulled up next to her apartment and they both got out of the car. As Abby opened the door the sound of two of her neighbours arguing at the top of their lungs greeted them. Neither of them said anything about it.
Abby unlocked her door went inside and gestured Carter to follow. "Do you want anything to drink?"
"No I'm fine." Carter quickly scanned her apartment. "Where should I.?"
Abby pointed to a side room, "You can change in there."
She watched him until he was out of sight then she went into her bedroom and opened her wardrobe. Looking over her clothes she pulled out three outfits that could be considered formal. Then she walked over to the mirror and held up each outfit in turn against her body in the way that only women seem to do.
Carter had quickly changed into his formal clothes. He exited the side room carrying his discarded clothes and starting to walk round room looking at the object contained within it. He glanced over to where Abby was changing but this time her door was mostly closed and he couldn't see into it.
After much deliberation Abby had decided which outfit to wear. It was the dress that she had bought after the museum 'non-date' with Carter.
After a while Carter realised that Abby wasn't coming out any time soon so he decided to sit down. It had been a long shift for him and his feet were a testimony to this. Then she walked into the room and he just stared. He was completely speechless at the sight in front of him. Abby noticed his reaction and misunderstood it, "Is it that bad?"
"No. It's, you're beautiful."
She blushed at his remark, "Come on. We better hurry if we are going to make our table."
Carter continued to stare, "Yeah." Then he snapped back to reality. "Yeah. We should be going."
They collected their stuff and left the apartment. As she locked her door Carter went outside to open the car and put him clothes inside. When she came outside Carter was holding the passenger door of the car open, "Your carriage awaits my lady." He did a half bow.
Abby stepped into the car, "You're not going to talk like that the whole evening are you?"