Well, first, which was last-she left the room and went home to her apartment. Now the why, that is a subject of some debate
. Yes, there was a long and complicated argument which included, at various points, all of the following:
But before that there was a short conversation about the virtues of skirts cut up to here and the motives of men, as a species. That part was amusing, at least for awhile. As I replay this, I am thinking that is the part I would send in for a rewrite. I would pause right there, veer off into a playful wrestling match and let things take their natural course. But that is not, obviously, what happened.
When she first came over I was cooking pasta and warming up some day old garlic bread. I was kinda thinking it would be a quiet afternoon and I was happy to see her, especially considering the clothes she was wearing.
Skirt-lime green, covering about 4 inches of her thighs, T-shirt, black with Powerpuff girls punching their way out of it.
She was so hip and spunky, matching neon green hair clips and earrings (little fierce girls). I remember how I was thinking I was glad she was so fierce. Now, I can see that. Again, a reminder of why I wish my life had a pause button.