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“With the housing market so high, you're going to want to take your time if you’re looking to buy a house,” Archer said.
Then he went on to recite housing market statistics for the past six months and predictions for the next six.
“He’s right,” Andrew said. “There’s really no reason to rush. Your parents will be gone again after the holidays. And even if they were going to be here, they’re so cool, it’s not a big deal.”
“Plus, you’ll be able to come over and gawk at Shannon while she’s living here,” I said.
Andrew opened his mouth, but the doorbell rang before any words came out.
“Who could that be?” Archer asked.
“No idea.” I stood and walked over to open the door. “Keera, hi. This is a nice surprise.”
“Sorry to just pop in.”
“No, don’t be.” I gestured toward the boxes she was holding. “Do you need help with those?”
She handed them to me and I stepped aside to let her come inside.
“I know it’s your game night, but today’s Rosa’s birthday and her husband dropped off a ton of cupcakes and cookies, so I figured I’d bring some over for you and the guys.”
“Wow, thanks.”
We walked into the kitchen. Keera’s already met my friends, so no introductions were needed. They said hello as I set the boxes on the table.
“Keera brought dessert,” I said then turned my attention back to Keera. “Have a seat. There’s plenty of sushi.”
“Oh no, I just wanted to drop off the dessert. I don’t want to break up your night.”
“Stay and help us finish the sushi. We ordered way too much.”
Surprisingly that came from Archer. He and Keera hit it off when they met at Poor Richards a couple weeks ago. Apparently he likes her enough to interrupt game night, and that’s saying a lot with him.
I got Keera a plate and set it down in front of her. She grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the stack in the middle of the table.
“It should have told us something when the restaurant gave us eight pairs of chopsticks with our order,” I said with a chuckle.
“That happens to my friends and me all the time. Apparently they think a serving of sushi is on par with a serving of potato chips,” Keera said, as she used her chopsticks to transfer rolls to her plate.
“Weren’t you supposed to have a private lesson after class?” I asked.
“Phoebe’s sick so she cancelled.” She popped a piece of sushi into her mouth and chewed. “I’m sorry she’s not feeling well, but it’s kind of nice to have the time off.”
“I can imagine. You’ve been putting in a lot of hours lately,” I said.
“That’s because of the recital, right?” Andrew asked.
“Yeah, I have at least one private lesson every night after class.”
“Did you get tickets yet?” he asked me.
“They’re not on sale yet,” I said, then looked at Keera. “Right?”
She finished chewing then swallowed and took a drink.
“Right. Next week. I’d grab some for you early, but since they’re sold electronically, I can’t.” She smiled at me. “You know all about those pesky computer systems.”
“That I do.”
