There's a circular rug over the tile floor with a large coffee table in the middle. Two tall backed fluffy chairs on either side of the couch make a half circle. Throughout the rest of the shop, small tables of different heights are placed in the open space, the colorful chairs we painted spaced around them.
Anessa walks out from the kitchen area, dusting off her jeans.
"The place looks amazing. I'm sorry I wasn't here to help put it together."
"Please." She scoffs, turning back to grab two mugs from a stack behind the counter. "You've been shacked up with your hottie. If I had a four pack at my disposable, I'd do the same thing. A girl understands."
"Actually it's six." I stare out the window getting lost in a quick daydream about Ridge. It's not his six-pack that first comes to mind
