Love, your stalker

Two

Today was a Monday. That means another hard-working day at our family business. Before  Harrison enlisted in the army, Harrison had a great idea to create a family business about real estate, since we both had experience with real estate. I thought it was a great idea at first, but now I kind of regret it. It takes up to much daytime and I hardly get to see my kids. I dropped Lacey and Harrison Jr. at Emerson Middle School; it's pretty close to my business. As the short clock hand reached noon, I got a call from a customer. "This is Anne Wallace from Custom Home Real estate, how may I help you?" I greeted.

"Hello, my name is Kirk Hart. I need someone to show me some homes I've been looking at. One is at 18007 Emerson street. I'll show you the others. They are in that neighborhood as well," said a very deep voice on the other end.

"Okay sir. I'll meet you there in five minutes." We both hung up. That's weird. The houses he's looking at are near Lacey's and Harrison Jr.'s school. Probably just coincidence, I guess.

I met Kirk at the house he was talking about over the phone. It was a beautiful home, complete with a fertilized yard, the wonderful color blue engulfed the house, the windows were as clean as shop windows. Maybe a helper comes and wipes the windows everyday so they stay squeaky clean. I pulled up to the driveway and saw a young man, possibly in his early thirties like me, with grey eyes and brown hair; he's a Harrison clone. He appears to be waving at me, and smiling. I wave back just to be nice, and he smiles even bigger. I come out of the car and greet Kirk with a welcoming smile and twinkling eyes. He says "hello" back and we go into the house. The interior was magnificent! The walls were screaming with colorful colors from blue to yellow to purple. The whole ground was shiny hardwood floor, flawless from any scratches. The ceiling must have been ten-feet tall, coming to a sharp point right in the middle of the roomy living room. "So....Kirk," He looked at me, ready to answer. "What do you need to know about this house?" He blurted out a whole list of things like history, who lived in here before they moved, price, etcetera. I showed his the house, told him the price and history; I told him everything he wanted to know. After the showing, we were ready to look at other houses. But he didn't want too. He said he just wanted to finally look inside this house. We stood in an awkward silence for several minutes. 

"You free tomorrow night?" Kirk asked, shocking me and himself.

"I....don't know, why?

"Is it okay if I ask you to a nice dinner? You're just so....beautiful and kind and passionate." he said, staring at my eyes.

I felt my face turn hot and red. "Kirk, I try not to get involved with customers."

He looked at me with grey puppy-dog eyes, I still couldn't get over how much he looked like Harrison. "Come one,  just this once?" I sighed.

"Oh what the heck. What time and where?"