not a problem

Dayton was pretty happy that this commerical gig wouldn't be happening real soon. January some time.

So he had plenty of time with mending. Really, he found it quite theraputic. Alot like watching Baby Trent sleep. Funny what little pleasures he found to get him through the days these days.

He'd just glued a page in an old book when his cell went off. He was sure it might be Nancy, but she was at work and Trent was with Nancy's Mom. It was Riley.

"Riley? What's up?"

"I found someone." He just said.

"Found someone?" Dayton winced wondering what that meant.

"Yeap, I asked him over for lunch."

"What?" Dayton winced more. "A guy? You just invited him over."

"Uh-huh."

"You know we talked about this. You need some practice dates. We were, Geoff and me, were thinking you could just go out to dinner with us, or something, you know. I don't think you should cook for him. I mean, its a first date. Get coffee or something." Dayton told him.

"Its too late. I'm cooking lunch for him." Riley sounded all confident.

"OK." Dayton shut the book and rubber-banded it. "Do you even know how to cook?"

"A little."

"A little? What are you cooking?" Dayton asked.

"Spagatti."

"Oh, really," Dayton said. "How do you make it?"

"All you need is ketchup, you know." Riley informed.

"Oh, boy." Dayton hung up. This might be an emergency. He sure hoped this dude was into Riley.