Bean and me only!~

"How about..seven?" Andrew suggested, tapping on the arm of the lounge chair he was sitting on.

"Sure. Seven sounds great," she smiled. "Where exactly," she asked.

"Where exactly? You mean where to meet up?" Andrew asked, thinking they could just have dinner at his place, just to get things rolling.

"Yeah. You want to meet at your place or a restaurant or somewhere? I'd need your address if it's the first," she pointed out with a soft chuckle.

Andrew wanted to kick himself. Duh! He coughed, thinking of at least a few restaurants..but then again..if he has no idea of what's to come towards his job, he should start saving now. Damn. "Ok, I'll just give you the address to my place. I can cook, amazingly enough." he said, smiling a bit as he then stated his address after making sure she was ready to write it down.

"Ooh, a rich boy who can cook," she chuckled, writing down his address. "I can cook, too. I'll help," she offered.

"Oh? You can? Heh, I would've had you pegged for someone who would just go out and get salads and already cooked food." Andrew joked. "What do you usually like to eat then? Just so that I could go out to the store tomorrow before you get to my place."

She laughed. "So stereotypical. Actually, pasta is my favorite food. Lasagna, manacotti, stuff like that," she smiled.

Andrew nodded, keeping a mental note of that. "Ok, so basically...Italian? Maybe?" he asked, smiling a little. This might be fun and not as terrible as Evans planned for it to be.

"Anything Italian is fine," she smiled, nodding in confirmation.

"Ok then, Italian it is." Andrew said, nodding and coughing. "Uh well...goodnight? Or do you have anything to add?" he asked, looking around his room.

She chuckled. "I don't have anymore to add. Goodnight, Mr. Richboy. Sweet dreams," she chuckled and hung up, going to bed.

Andrew smiled a little bit more and then hung up. "Hm, goodnight.." he mumbled to himself as he got up and went to bed. The next night would be interesting as they would try to keep up the illusion of what Evans had in mind for Ashley to do.

She crawled into bed and turned off her light, laying her head down and falling asleep.

((shall we skip to the night then?))

[Yeah :3]

Ashley and Bruno got into a taxi and rode to the address Andrew had given them, arriving two minutes before seven.

Andrew grunted as he heard the doorbell. "They're early...damn." he muttered as he took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt a little bit, just to look casual. He then opened the door, smiling. "Hey, guys. Come on in." he said as he let Ashley and Bruno inside.

Ashley smiled and came inside, sliding her shoes off. She didn't want to get the rest of his house dirty from her shoes. She smiled at him. "Two minutes isn't too early, is it," she asked, teasing him.

Andrew chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, it's no trouble at all. I've yet to start cooking, since you offered your help of course." he said as he led her to the kitchen where a few bags lay on the counter. He had at least two varieties of pasta and the rest were just seasonings and etc.

She smiled, rubbing her hands. "Sounds fun," she said, looking forward to cooking. She followed him and looked through the ingredients. "You in the mood for noodles or lasanga," she asked Andrew with a smile.

Andrew rolled up his sleeves and smiled. "Hm, lasagna. It's been a while. So, you really cook?" he asked, still not believing it. After all, with what she probably gets paid (as ugly as it sounds) she could get some good food already cooked.

She smiled, rolling up her sleeves and washing her hands. "Ready when you are." She was dressed like a normal girl, in a long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans.

Andrew couldn't help stealing a few glances. She looked...normal. Not all sexy and sexual. Just a normal young woman. "Eh, I am ready, I'm starving." he mused as he grabbed a tin container and pot to boil the lasagna in. "Wait...aw damnit, I almost forgot how to make lasagna...you know?" he asked, blushing a bit. He was so busy with his accounts at work, he had forgotten some steps to making a simple dish!

She chuckled and took the things from him. "Poor Richboy. Did you forget how to cook," she asked, teasing him again.

"Richboy? I wasn't rich when I was little, I had to work for it." Andrew said, shaking his head and looking away. "Just do that magic that women do so well and help me out here." he chuckled, getting water into the pot and starting to let it boil.