Marylin walke with Roel beside her,never saying a word. She felt like she had so many things she wanted to ask him,but she never would ask. He kept glancing at her with a look in his eye that seemed to say that he was simply enchanted to be in her presence,that look made Marylin very nervous,because she is typically not one to let people in easily.
"So what do you do?" Roel asked snapping her out of her train of thought.
"Um,I make acessories,and tshirts and sell them online. Well for the time being,I sell enough to have a fairly easy living. It pays the bills." She said fearing the same odd look most give her when she tells them what she does for money.
"So you're crafty?" She responded with a nod.
"That's neat,I wish I were crafty."
"You must have some kind of hobby per se."
He nodded. "Yep,I play the bass. I'm okay at it."
"Electric or other?" She was interested by this,more people play guitar than anything these days.
"Electric and I dabble with the Cello. And I play with a band at a club on weekends.It pays for my half of things.I have a room mate."
She stopped in her tracks. And looked up at the building in front of them.
"This is me." She pointed at the building in front of her. "I don't have a room mate,I have a dog."
"I like dogs." Roel said as he walked to the next stoop. "And this is me."
Marylin's eyes widened at the realization of the fact she was now aware of. Her and this guy were neighbors. She didn't know weather to be happy or alarmed. She walked to the top of the stoop and pulled out her key.
"Well looks like we are neighbors Roel." She said with a small smile as she opened her door and pushed her cart inside.
He nodded. "Yep. Good night." He pulled out his keys from his backpack.
"Dream sweet." Was the last thing she said before letting the door click shut behind her.
She just knew from that one walk,and that one conversation that this was going to be one tough cookie to crack. Roel was not proving easy to read. Which kind of upset Marylin because she hated to admit it but she loved being right when it came to the hightly predicatble quality of people. Maybe someone decided it was time for a change.
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