“Hi Miss Young,” he said as he held the door open while she walked in.
His dad is doing a good job of training him how to be a gentleman.
“Thank you,” she said.
He grinned at her. “My dad is out back. He’s making the grill ready.” He was nearly hopping up and down with excitement. “Come on.”
She followed him through the house and out the back door to where his dad stood by a new grill.
Travis had set the grill up outside and was just finished adding charcoal to it when Ellen arrived. He turned to greet her.
She looks fantastic.
“You clean up nice,” he said.
“So do you,” she replied.
He’d put on clean jeans and a fresh t-shirt and his feet were in casual loafers. The ones he wore at home for comfort.
“Let me get these on, then I’ll get you something to drink,” he said.
Travis put the burgers on while she looked around. Ketchup, mustard, and mayo stood on the picnic table, along with sliced pickles and buns, and a large foil pouch sat on the grill. “What’s in the foil?” she asked.
“Potatoes, onions, and peppers in butter and seasonings,” he said.
“Oh, that sounds good,” she said.
So, he’s a man who can cook. Outdoors at least.
Some men would only grill. Her best friend from college had married a guy like that. Give him an outdoor barbeque and he could cook up a storm. But put him in the house, in a kitchen and not only did he not want any part of it, when he did have to cook in there, the food didn’t turn out all that good. So, which type of guy was Travis? She’d love to find out.
He looked so handsome standing there over the grill.
“Thank you for inviting me to dinner,” she said.
“You’re welcome,” he said. “Now what would you like to drink? I’ve got colas, sweet tea, and ginger ale.”
“I’d like a ginger ale,” she said. “Been a while since I had one.”
She knew Ginger ale was good for upset tummies and hers was full of nerves right now so anything to settle that down would be good.
“Ginger ale it is,” Travis said and went to the cooler to get one out for her.
“Can I show her my room now?” Scotty asked as Travis handed her the drink.
“Sure,” Travis said. “Since you worked so hard to clean your room up.”
“I did,” Scotty nodded. He looked up at Ellen. “Come see it?”
“I’d love to,” Ellen said.
Maybe this dinner won’t be so much like a date after all, since Scotty isn’t likely to leave us alone together. I should try to just relax and enjoy dinner and then head on home after. Keep things easy.
She took a sip of her Ginger ale and then followed Scotty into the house and down the hall to his room.
At the doorway, she stopped.
Scotty had Spiderman all over his room. On the curtains, on the bedspread, on a poster on the wall.
