Another uneventful day at work.

You arrive at your office and are glad to have work to take your mind off of Lisa. But as five o'clock nears, you get anxious knowing you have to pick up both girls.

"Are you expecting a call, Mark?" Christine wonders.

"Hmm, what?" You look up from your phone and stare at the cute blonde who sits across from you.

"You've been checking your phone for the past thirty minutes."

"Um, no, I... I need to call my neighbor to see if she's ready to be picked up."

"Okay but why are you so anxious?" she asks.

"I was suppose to have a dinner date with her but I had to cancel," you explain.

"Why did you cancel it?"

"Um... my roommates can't cook," you reply, not wanting to reveal the part where your roommates thanks you with sex.

"You can cook?" Christine gasps.

"Why are you so surprised that I can cook?" you frown, mocking hurt.

"Because you're a guy!"

"A lot of chefs are guys!" you retort.

"True, but you're not a chef!" she giggles.

"I'm a home cook -- I enjoy cooking, especially for women," you grin. "The way to a girl's heart is through a great dish!"

"Oh really?" she smirks. "Maybe you should cook for me some time?"

"I'll have to check my calendar," you wink.

"You're busy tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm making dinner for my roommates and neighbor," you answer.

Christine looks around to see if anyone is within earshot. "Well, I'm free tomorrow night!"

"Um, a dinner date with a coworker? I don't want an email from HR..."

"It's just dinner between two friends!"

"I'll have to ask my roommates first..."

"I can buy the groceries after work," she insists.

"I'll tell you tomorrow after I talk to them," you tell her as you grab your phone and stand up.

"Cool!" she giggles and watches you head towards an unused meeting room for some privacy.

You stare at your phone for a minute and let out a loud sigh after finally decide to message Lisa to see if she is ready to be picked up.

Me: Hey, Lisa. Are you ready?

Lisa: Sure.

Me: You're still up for dinner?

Lisa: I don't know.

Me: Lisa, I'm sorry. Please come to dinner.

Lisa: Ok.

Me: Okay, I'll pick you up in ten.

Lisa: Ok.