Chapter Five: Mr. Right in Lavender
A couple days later, Norah asked Lydia id she would be willing to help paint her apartment.
"Sure," Lydia said with a smile.
Saturday rolled around and Lydia work up and did her daily routine. She put on a white tank-top with her overalls.
She was almost out the door when her phone rang.
"Damn," she said under her breath. She answered. "Hello?"
"Lydia. Hi, it's Mother. How are you, dear?"
"Fine. I'm kind of on my way out the door --"
"Oh, I'll talk to you later. It was about Mia's wedding."
Lydia rolled her eyes. "Okay, talk to you then." She hung up and was out the door. She arrived at Norah's apartment to find the door open. She walked to the bedroom to find three guys covered in lavender paint and a Norah who wasn't too thrilled. She leaned on the doorframe and tried not to crack up.
"Hey, Norah. Sorry I'm late."
"Lydia, hi." She looked at the guys and then at Lydia.
"Hi, Greg," Lydia said.
"Hey," he replied as he threw more paint at a tall guy with purple paint in his hair already.
"This is Warrick." Norah said.
"Hi. It's nice to meet you."
"And this is my Uncle Nick," Norah said proudly.
Nick turned around and Lydia practically died. He was a cutie pie - not what she expected.
"Hi, Lydia. It's nice to finally meet you."
"Hi." She smiled. Grabbing a roller, she began to paint. She talked to Nick and found out about his job as a forensic. It was really interesting.
Finally, the room was completely lavender. Two days later Lydia got a phone call.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Lydia. It's me, Nick. How are you?"
Lydia practically choked on her gum. "I am okay, something wrong?"
"No. Umm . . . I was wondering if, maybe, if you wanted to go for dinner tonight."
Lydia melted. "Sure."
"Um . . .can you meet me at Norah's around 7:00?"
"Yeah, sure. See you then."
Lydia got ready and put on her favorite skirt and halter. She looked hot. She got into her Saturn and headed over to Norah's. She was surprised when she got there to not find Nick. She knocked on Norah's door.
Greg answered.
"Hi, Greg. Is Nick in here?"
"No, he left."
Great. A joke is just what she needed.
"Okay, I'm really sorry," she said. She looked down to see Greg in his boxers. "Jeez, I am so sorry." Lydia's faced turned three shades of red.
Nick appeared and explained that he had forgot. They stood and talked for a second.
"Hey, Greg. Do you want to come along?"
"Umm . . . let me ask." He ran in and disappeared.
"You look really pretty," Nick said.
"Thanks," Lydia responded.
Greg was back, fully dressed with Norah at his side. Dinner was okay - if that's what you'd call it.
They sat in the waiting area for two hours. Nick got paged and left. Lydia was crushed. She went home, got out her notebook and began writing.
A couple days later, Norah asked Lydia id she would be willing to help paint her apartment.
"Sure," Lydia said with a smile.
Saturday rolled around and Lydia work up and did her daily routine. She put on a white tank-top with her overalls.
She was almost out the door when her phone rang.
"Damn," she said under her breath. She answered. "Hello?"
"Lydia. Hi, it's Mother. How are you, dear?"
"Fine. I'm kind of on my way out the door --"
"Oh, I'll talk to you later. It was about Mia's wedding."
Lydia rolled her eyes. "Okay, talk to you then." She hung up and was out the door. She arrived at Norah's apartment to find the door open. She walked to the bedroom to find three guys covered in lavender paint and a Norah who wasn't too thrilled. She leaned on the doorframe and tried not to crack up.
"Hey, Norah. Sorry I'm late."
"Lydia, hi." She looked at the guys and then at Lydia.
"Hi, Greg," Lydia said.
"Hey," he replied as he threw more paint at a tall guy with purple paint in his hair already.
"This is Warrick." Norah said.
"Hi. It's nice to meet you."
"And this is my Uncle Nick," Norah said proudly.
Nick turned around and Lydia practically died. He was a cutie pie - not what she expected.
"Hi, Lydia. It's nice to finally meet you."
"Hi." She smiled. Grabbing a roller, she began to paint. She talked to Nick and found out about his job as a forensic. It was really interesting.
Finally, the room was completely lavender. Two days later Lydia got a phone call.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Lydia. It's me, Nick. How are you?"
Lydia practically choked on her gum. "I am okay, something wrong?"
"No. Umm . . . I was wondering if, maybe, if you wanted to go for dinner tonight."
Lydia melted. "Sure."
"Um . . .can you meet me at Norah's around 7:00?"
"Yeah, sure. See you then."
Lydia got ready and put on her favorite skirt and halter. She looked hot. She got into her Saturn and headed over to Norah's. She was surprised when she got there to not find Nick. She knocked on Norah's door.
Greg answered.
"Hi, Greg. Is Nick in here?"
"No, he left."
Great. A joke is just what she needed.
"Okay, I'm really sorry," she said. She looked down to see Greg in his boxers. "Jeez, I am so sorry." Lydia's faced turned three shades of red.
Nick appeared and explained that he had forgot. They stood and talked for a second.
"Hey, Greg. Do you want to come along?"
"Umm . . . let me ask." He ran in and disappeared.
"You look really pretty," Nick said.
"Thanks," Lydia responded.
Greg was back, fully dressed with Norah at his side. Dinner was okay - if that's what you'd call it.
They sat in the waiting area for two hours. Nick got paged and left. Lydia was crushed. She went home, got out her notebook and began writing.