A friend from work, Nia, asked a few of us over to her apartment to watch the game this Sunday and I was really nervous. I’ve always liked Nia and I was hoping we could be more than friends. My brother, Charlie, said that if I really liked her, I should be sure to give her plenty of compliments when I saw her.
I arrived on Sunday and knocked on her door.
Nia: Hi, I’m glad you could make it. You’re the first one here. Make yourself comfortable.
Sebastian: Thanks and you look great. Red looks great on you.
Nia: Oh, thanks. It’s nice to be out of work clothes. Can I get you something to drink?
Sebastian: Sure. What are you having?
Nia: I’m just having a beer. Want one?
Sebastian: Sure. What a cool place! This is a really nice apartment
Nia: Here you go. Actually, I just moved in last month and I’m still decorating. But, that’s nice of you to say.
Sebastian: Wow, nice picture. Did you paint this?
Nia: No, I didn’t. Someone named Picasso did. It’s just a copy. You know, I really appreciate the compliments, but what’s up?
Sebastian: Up? Nothing. I’m just glad to be here.
Nia: Well, I’m glad you’re here, too. Now, drink up. The others should be here any minute.
Sebastian: Sure. Cheers!