"It was... Out of line, pretty much. And I, uh, was wondering if we could have a fresh start! Y'know, start over: Pretend the beach thing never happened." Evelyn was biting her bottom lip. She hoped he would accept her offer.
Evelyn sat up and sighed, eyeing the door to her basement. Should I? Nah, let him go hungry for a while. She got up and strutted into the kitchen, making a cup of French Vanilla coffee. "My favorite!" she smiled.