“Hey, how are we getting this home?” he called after her.
“They’ll deliver!” she answered as she skipped away.
Remi sat on his new sofa, relaxing and grinning to himself. He knew exactly what she was doing. She’d been buying all the things she’d want in her own home. She chose her favorite color schemes, her favorite fabrics, her most wanted everything. She was, whether she realized it or not, decorating her next home, and making sure it was everything she’d want it to be. And since she would have to move into his home, because he was not moving in with her parents, it would be her home and he wanted her to be comfortable there.
“Remi?!” she called from the customer service desk.
“Yeah?” he answered, getting up off his soon-to-be new sofa and walking toward her.
“So, what do you think about wooden blinds? Stained a dark oak color?”
“I don’t know. Do I want them?” he asked her.
“Yes, you do. Because I’m thinking you need some white lace French panel curtains in the living room. They, and the dark oak blinds, will give you privacy, but offset the color of the sofa. It’ll look really classy.”
“I’m a male, Cristie,” Remi said, his brows bunched together as he tried to imagine white lace curtains in his living room.
She thought about it as she chewed on her lip. “Okay, well what if we got Battenburg lace curtain panels?”
“What’s the difference? It’s still lace isn't it?” he asked.
“Battenburg is more like a lightweight cotton fabric that has a little lace edging, almost like embroidery on its outer edges. Sometimes it’s more elaborate but we can find some of the more simple ones.”
He stood there looking at her.
She looked back, grinning at him.
“It’ll look out of place with the rest of the house.”
“I’m working on that. I can only do so much in one evening, though.”
“You really want to do this, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Why? So after you get me all set up with your personal tastes, you can make a run for it and leave me surrounded by the stuff you chose?”
Her smile fell and she stood up a little straighter.
He thought she was going to get defensive, but instead she shook her head softly. “I’m not running, Remi. I just wanted to help make your place nice.”
They held one another’s gaze for a few moments more before Remi gave her a single nod. “Fine. Do what you want.”
She gave a little squeal and turned back to the man behind the desk, pointing out pictures in the sample catalogs that were placed on the counter top surrounding the circular ordering desk he was working in.
Remi took a few steps away from the counter as she was busy explaining what she wanted to the salesman.
At one point she turned to him. “Remi, what do you think?” she asked.
Remi turned toward her, and smiled when she gestured toward the computer screen. There was a representation of what his windows would look like with the dark wooden blinds and the white lace-edged curtains. “You have a vision going on in that head of yours don’t you?”
“Kinda,” she confessed.
“Go ahead. Do whatever you want.”
“Do you know the measurements sir?” the salesperson asked.
“Not right off the top of my head, but we can let you know.”
