I'd done what I could to warm the place up. I'd started with a welcome
mat. It had a happy face on it and was bright and colorful. It didn't
say "Welcome." It said "!!!WELCOME!!!" I knew he wouldn't like it. I
considered it more of an amusing test to see how open he was to change.
He'd let me move in with him, but how flexible was he really willing to
be? It disappeared the day after I placed it by the front door. It
was just--poof!--gone. When I imagined the shocked look on his face when
he would have first seen it, a spot of wacky and whimsical color in his
otherwise monochromatic world, I started to laugh hysterically.
"Holy fuckburgers. Who was that hot guy?" Erin carefully maneuvered her daddy-furnished Volvo sedan around the people weaving drunkenly through the parking lot. "If I wasn't stone cold sober, I'd think he was a figment of my sex-starved imagination."
"He's staring at you. And I mean staring. That boy is undressing you with his eyes. Can you feel it?"