Thereâs a what living here....
Theo copied her movements, taking the ladle and pouring the sauce over the noodles that were in front of him putting the scoop back in the saucepan. Rolling his noodles onto his dinner fork taking a bit âItâs really good, damn a way to a man is really his stomachâ he thought to himself before he heard Kayla speak.
He then looked at her and with a gentle smirk âHm really? I thought it was a pretty light day so when do you start school? Have you gotten your classes yet ?â He said continuing the conversation with her he wanted to seem somewhat of a person that has manners. He doesnât have any reason to hate her after all, other than the fact sheâs married to him he could think about that another day.
For right now he would enjoy the peace while he still could at least he didnât marry a hooker âit could have been a lot worstâ he thought to himself he let his left hand slide in his pocket as he left a piece of paper he took it out. There was a piece of paper he organized earlier it was a list of churches nearby including the religion he wasnât sure what religion she was, supposedly there was more than six. He figured she was Baptist because her father did have an emergency baptism but then again what the hell does he know.
He placed the sheet on paper on the other side of him not near the food still folded up as he coughed lightly âUm, I think you could use this feel free to read it later or throw it away it doesnât matter what you do with itâ he said as casual as possible he actually spent awhile on it getting reviews of the service and pastors at the churchâs he wasnât even sure if she self-studied but he wanted her to feel at home somewhere in this big place.
âI have a few days until I start.â Kayla said, putting her fork into her noddles. She twirled her utensil slowly, watching as several noodles wrapped around the sliver prongs. His second question was slightly more complex to answer. âUm, yeah. I have Intro to Calculus & Ballet I on Tuesdays, History of Dance & English 101 on Wednesdays, and Modern Choreography on Thursdays.â She shrugged as she put her fork in her mouth and chewed the spaghetti. It was yummy if she did say so herself. âI have Mondays and Fridays free.â
Curiously, Kayla watched as he took something from his pocket and placed it on the table. It was a folded up piece of paper. Kayla only dared to reach for it when his hand was safely away from the page. It was a list of churches nearby with the denomination and addresses listed. The sight of it was so unexpected that the eighteen-year-old felt tears swimming in her eyes; she pushed them away. She very much doubted that Theo would appreciate tearful gratitude.
âThank you very much,â she said once the urge to cry had passed. Kayla slipped the paper into her pocket. âMy Fatherâs not too fond of me attending church services with another congregation, but I cannot be expected to drive home twice a week.â












