Chance Meeting

Two

Pulling up outside the brick house that was far from modest in her opinion, Aerin couldn't help but be impressed, despite the ritzy neighborhood it was in. The grounds were obviously well-kept, whether it was by a landscaping crew that overcharged him or Ashley, himself. She particularly liked the fact that the driveway pretty much wrapped around the front of the house and essentially cut them off from the road, even if that didn't give them much of a front yard.

        The bassist waved her over closer to his car once he'd parked and gotten out, leafing through his keys as he waited for her. He told her before she rolled her window up that he was gonna go unlock the door, then he'd be back to help her with her stuff. Nodding, she rolled up said window before she killed the motor and got out, still a bit stiff from how long she'd been driving earlier that Day.

        Grabbing her guitar cases, she put a gig bag on each shoulder and grabbed the last in a firm grip to ensure she wouldn't drop it. If there was one thing she wasn't letting this man put his hands on, even if he was being helpful, it was her instruments. While she didn't think he'd break them, she didn't trust anyone else with her gear–and with good reason, since the guitars'd belonged to her pappaw prior to his Death, and her bass was the last thing he'd bought for her before then. Sure, she didn't want anything happening to her amps any more than she wanted her instrumentsta befall that Fate, but they didn't mean quite as much to her.

        Ashley grabbed the amps he saw once he got back down to her car, noting that one was actually a bass amp. He kinda wondered if that meant she was a bassist in her own right as he led her back up to the front door, which he'd left open since he'd known they'd have their hands full. In the grand scheme of things, he wasn't too sure it mattered since he'd a feeling they'd get along just fine, and that this next week'd prove it to her.

        "Eh, a lil too bright and Airy for my taste, believe it or not," she said as she walked in. "Gotta love that it's relatively Spacious, though, no matter the Color scheme."

        "I left pretty much everything the way it was when I moved in," the bassist chuckled. "It all seemed in decent shape, and I kinda like the Light-and-Dark contrast almost everywhere."

        "Yeah, I've heard thatcha once had an apartment or something that you'd done entirely in black-and-white," Aerin laughed.

        "Guilty as charged," he chuckled. "I can't help liking the clean-cut look of that style."

        "Le gasp–the bad boy likes clean-cut!" the young woman teased him playfully.

        "Well, c'mon–let's get your stuff to one of the bedrooms since you've your pick of the two that're actually free," Ashley told her.

        She nodded and followed him, liking the way the foyer opened up to the living area, which she supposed a lotta folks'd call the great room. There was an archway to the right that led to the eat-in dining nook, and she caught a glimpse of the kitchen as she peeked through it. 'Cuz of the house's layout, she couldn't be too sure what was on the other side of the kitchen till she'd a chanceta explore, but she suspected it might be a butler's pantry or laundry room.

        Following Ashley to the left, she was led down a hallway that proved to house two different bedrooms, the formal dining room being on the other side of a smaller living area that she'd have to dub a den. Both were Spacious enough for a single guy who lived alone, but she wouldn't say they were big enough for a Future family. Well, that's if he ever decided he wanted to start one, considering he might be one of those guys who never wanted to marry and have kids.

        One of the bedrooms the young woman took a look at appeared to have its own set of built-ins, which made her eyes Light up. She'd quite a few books ranging from erotica novelsta autobiographies and books that dealt with her chosen Spirituality. Those built-ins'd be quite useful for storing all those books, not to mention take up less Space than crowding her room with store-bought bookshelves–which she couldn't afford right now, anywhore. The other bedroom was just simple, big enough for either a Queen or two Twin beds with flat walls and its own bathroom.