Gabe:Huge.
Ellie:So you saw me last night and didn’t even say hi, Gabe? Way to make a gal feel welcome in her new town.
Gabe:Should I send you a welcome basket? With fruits and candles and stuff?
Ellie:Hmm. Tell me more about thisstuff.
Gabe:Decadent dark chocolate? Champagne? A fine wine?
Ellie:Stuff, please!
Gabe:Excellent. Now I know how to make you feel welcome.
Ellie:Well, that’s a start. ;)
Gabe:Noted. And last night, in my defense, the window at The Happiest Hours got in the way.
Ellie:Should have broken it down.
Gabe:Next time. But damn, your dog is cute. Also, those were some nice shorts, Ellie.
Ellie:Same to you…for the tattoos and stubble, that is. I thought that might have been you. Now I know it was.
Gabe:Who’s the spy now?
Ellie:Well, you’re not wearing a shirt at the moment, so I guess I am too.
Gabe:Are you stationed in the building across from mine, keeping watch on me?
Ellie:Do you want me to be?
Gabe:I don’t have much more to take off, so I suppose the answer is yes.
Ellie:If you were dressed, would the answer be no?
Gabe:Come to think of it, the answer would still be yes. By the way, I was going to ask if you’re living in Los Angeles now, but your social gave me the answer when I looked you up.
Ellie:I guess the jean shorts were memorable enough to go searching.
Gabe:The whole package was unforgettable, Ellie. And welcome to Los Angeles. I hope you and Gigi like it here.
Ellie:Nice move, remembering my dog’s name. Funny, I was looking you up this morning too.
Gabe:Oh yeah? Any reason in particular?
Ellie:I have my reasons. But why don’t you go first and tell me why you looked me up. Just the shorts?
Gabe:How about I tell you tonight? Any chance you’re free for dinner? Or drinks? Or a dog walk?
Ellie:Let’s start with a drink.
Gabe:Meet me at eight. Gin Joint is a new lounge bar in Venice. Great drinks, great vibe.
Ellie:Are jean shorts a requirement?
Gabe:Wear anything. Or nothing.
Ellie:Funny, I was going to say the same to you.