"You might want to put the box down before you try that again." Jeff's unseen saviour advised.
"Hi," said the owner of the eyes, thrusting her hand at Jeff, "I'm Bobbi, we're neighbours."
"Uh huh," the girl replied, "I live there," and she jerked a thumb at the adjoining townhouse, "I saw you at the auction, but didn't get a chance to introduce myself."
"Oh great, thanks, nice to meet you. I'm Jeff."
"Hi Jeff," Bobbi smiled.
"Would you like me to open the door while you bring that inside?" Bobbi asked kindly.
Jeff bent to pick the carton up again, and Bobbi stood there regarding him with some amusement.
"Jeff," she prompted.
"Yeah," Jeff grunted as he lifted the carton.
"I need the keys."
"Oh yeah," Jeff said, cursing his social awkwardness inwardly, put the carton down again, and handed the keys to Bobbi.
"Thanks," the girl said and calmly opened the door. As Jeff followed the pert bottom encased in tight faded blue jeans, he began to think that buying the townhouse was one of the best moves he had ever made.
Jeff put his carton down inside, and Bobbi asked "How many more of those have you got?"
"Lots," Jeff replied.
"Is anyone helping you?"
"The movers will when they get here."
"Well, I'll tell you what. I've got nothing better to do today, so if you can promise me at least a cold drink out of the fridge that I see you already have here, I'll give you a hand."
"Deal." Jeff said, with a grin.
Bobbi was as good as her word. She spent the entire day helping Jeff move in. She even directed the movers where to place some of his furniture when they arrived with their truck. It was late afternoon and Jeff's loungeroom was full of opened and unopened cartons. Jeff and Bobbi lounged in Jeff's armchairs, each with a tall, frosted glass of lemonade. Bobbi sipped her lemonade, looked at the mess in the loungeroom, and commented "You don't realize how much stuff you accumulate until you move, do you?"
Jeff cast an eye over it all, and agreed "No, you don't."
"What are you doing for dinner tonight?" Bobbi asked.
Jeff shrugged "I dunno. I don't have much food here yet. I was just gonna order a pizza, I guess."
"Oh no you're not," Bobbi told him. "You're coming next door for a good home cooked meal."
"Bobbi, I can't," Jeff protested, "not after all the help you've already given me."
"Nonsense!" the blonde girl exclaimed sternly. "You can, and you will. Besides you'll be helping me prepare it. Now get your little behind into your bathroom and wash up before coming over."
Despite her diminutive size there was something about Bobbi that told Jeff she was not a girl to argue with.
Bobbi also turned out to be quite a good cook. Jeff helped prepare the vegetables, and he uncorked the wine and even set the table, but Bobbi did all the cooking. Dinner was over, and they drank coffee on Bobbi's couch as they learned about each other. "I was the first one born," Bobbi told Jeff, "and my Dad had his heart set on a boy."
"Sort of," the girl smiled into her coffee cup, "my real name is Bronwen. My Dad wanted to call me something androgynous, but Mum wouldn't have it. Dad shortened Bronwen to Bobbi."
"Not Bron?" Jeff posed.
Bobbi's eyes narrowed "Calling me that is the best way to get yourself in my bad graces, young man. That and interrupting me during Buffy The Vampire Slayer."
"You like it too?" Jeff asked with genuine excitement.
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