“Oh. Wow!” She grabbed a waiter as he walked by. “Look!”
Levi was beyond dumbfounded. Maggie had given the waitress a hundred-dollar bill.
Four
Two weeks later, Maggie walked to the threshold of her open door. The music streaming out of her home made it pretty hard to hear anything coming from outside so she flicked the knob to turn it off. She imagined that a car had stopped in front of her home, but that couldn’t be possible because she had no friends who visited her home unannounced or at all for that matter.
When she stopped outside the door, her mouth dropped open. Levi Martin was dismounting from a motorcycle. As he pulled off his helmet, he smiled broadly and his eyes wandered from her to her house and back to her again…
Good thing I shaved my legs this morning. “What are you doing here?”
He shrugged and deposited his helmet on the seat of his bike. “I wanted to see your house.” Levi tried not to stare, but Maggie was making it hard with her in shorts and a tank top. She had long legs too.
“Have you ever thought of calling ahead of time?”
“Nope.”
“What if I wasn’t here?”
“I would have tried some other time.”
Maggie crossed her arms. She rolled her eyes, sighed, and let her arms drop to her side. “Fine. I’ll give you the tour.” His face lit up and she turned to walk back in. He has to stop smiling like that.
When Levi entered the living room, his height made the place look way smaller than it felt. “This is the tiniest house I’ve ever seen.”
“Well, when I designed it, I didn’t expect visits from the Jolly Green Giant.”
He chuckled and shrugged off his leather coat which left him in a fitted t-shirt and jeans. His eyes darted all over the house. “This is kinda cool. Is that your room up there?” He pointed to the loft.
“Yeah,” she said, “and that’s the bathroom with my closet and laundry room attached.” She stepped in behind him.
“This is nice.” He peeked into the closet. “You don’t have the clothing I expected you to have.” Levi twisted to look at her. “This closet isn’t anywhere near full.”
“I have about thirty or so pieces. I want what I spend my money on to matter.”
He looked at her puzzled and followed her out to the living room. “Where is the kitchen?”
Maggie smiled. “Follow me.” She walked through a small nook that had a small sink and pushed two doors apart which opened to a back patio. A grill sat to the right, along with another small sink, a stone pizza oven, and a fire pit sat in the middle with several chairs circling it. Maggie stepped to the side and Levi walked out onto the deck.
“This is freaking incredible, but how do you cook when it rains?”
She smiled, picked up a remote, tapped a button and a large awning rolled out covering the entire deck.
Levi’s mouth dropped open and he looked up. “You must have awesome parties here.”
Maggie darted her eyes down and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Uh, other than my contractor and Laura, you are the only person besides myself to ever be here.” She chewed on her lip as she watched for his reaction.
Levi’s mouth dropped open. “Wha…what?”
“I don’t have any friends. Well, none other than Laura and I guess you could call Ellis a friend, but she’s never been here. I usually meet her in LA.” Here it comes…
“No friends? I don’t believe you.”
Maggie shrugged. “It’s true. I don’t. I moved here about five years ago and I mostly keep to myself.”
“I’m sorry.”
She smiled. “Why? I’m happy. I live here,”—Maggie took a deep breath— “with my thoughts and my music.”
“But no friends? Don’t you get lonely?”
That hit her hard. No one had ever been so direct with her about her solitary habits. For a brief moment, she let herself think back and quickly locked the thoughts away. “No.”
Levi studied her a moment. He took a deep breath and let it go slowly. “Okay. I have to admit,
Levi was beyond dumbfounded. Maggie had given the waitress a hundred-dollar bill.
Four
Two weeks later, Maggie walked to the threshold of her open door. The music streaming out of her home made it pretty hard to hear anything coming from outside so she flicked the knob to turn it off. She imagined that a car had stopped in front of her home, but that couldn’t be possible because she had no friends who visited her home unannounced or at all for that matter.
When she stopped outside the door, her mouth dropped open. Levi Martin was dismounting from a motorcycle. As he pulled off his helmet, he smiled broadly and his eyes wandered from her to her house and back to her again…
Good thing I shaved my legs this morning. “What are you doing here?”
He shrugged and deposited his helmet on the seat of his bike. “I wanted to see your house.” Levi tried not to stare, but Maggie was making it hard with her in shorts and a tank top. She had long legs too.
“Have you ever thought of calling ahead of time?”
“Nope.”
“What if I wasn’t here?”
“I would have tried some other time.”
Maggie crossed her arms. She rolled her eyes, sighed, and let her arms drop to her side. “Fine. I’ll give you the tour.” His face lit up and she turned to walk back in. He has to stop smiling like that.
When Levi entered the living room, his height made the place look way smaller than it felt. “This is the tiniest house I’ve ever seen.”
“Well, when I designed it, I didn’t expect visits from the Jolly Green Giant.”
He chuckled and shrugged off his leather coat which left him in a fitted t-shirt and jeans. His eyes darted all over the house. “This is kinda cool. Is that your room up there?” He pointed to the loft.
“Yeah,” she said, “and that’s the bathroom with my closet and laundry room attached.” She stepped in behind him.
“This is nice.” He peeked into the closet. “You don’t have the clothing I expected you to have.” Levi twisted to look at her. “This closet isn’t anywhere near full.”
“I have about thirty or so pieces. I want what I spend my money on to matter.”
He looked at her puzzled and followed her out to the living room. “Where is the kitchen?”
Maggie smiled. “Follow me.” She walked through a small nook that had a small sink and pushed two doors apart which opened to a back patio. A grill sat to the right, along with another small sink, a stone pizza oven, and a fire pit sat in the middle with several chairs circling it. Maggie stepped to the side and Levi walked out onto the deck.
“This is freaking incredible, but how do you cook when it rains?”
She smiled, picked up a remote, tapped a button and a large awning rolled out covering the entire deck.
Levi’s mouth dropped open and he looked up. “You must have awesome parties here.”
Maggie darted her eyes down and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “Uh, other than my contractor and Laura, you are the only person besides myself to ever be here.” She chewed on her lip as she watched for his reaction.
Levi’s mouth dropped open. “Wha…what?”
“I don’t have any friends. Well, none other than Laura and I guess you could call Ellis a friend, but she’s never been here. I usually meet her in LA.” Here it comes…
“No friends? I don’t believe you.”
Maggie shrugged. “It’s true. I don’t. I moved here about five years ago and I mostly keep to myself.”
“I’m sorry.”
She smiled. “Why? I’m happy. I live here,”—Maggie took a deep breath— “with my thoughts and my music.”
“But no friends? Don’t you get lonely?”
That hit her hard. No one had ever been so direct with her about her solitary habits. For a brief moment, she let herself think back and quickly locked the thoughts away. “No.”
Levi studied her a moment. He took a deep breath and let it go slowly. “Okay. I have to admit,
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