"I didn't know you lived right where the victim's lived."
Jay and Vonda were walking into Vonda's small, detached house in the nice, surburban neighbourhood where the murder's had happened.
"You see now why i don't feel like being alone?". she asked, as she closed, and locked, the door behind them. "This case is a bit close to home for me."
Jay nodded. "I understand."
Vonda led him to the kitchen, where they put the bag's of take out on the top of the worktop, and Vonda reached into her cupboard, and got out two dining plates.
"I have no idea why you live alone". Jay found himself wondering, aloud. "I mean, you're pretty, and you are wonderful to be around, and....."
She smiled at him. "And....?"
"And, i've known you one day, and i am wondering why, exactly, i am feeling like this."
She knew what he meant. This. "Are you saying that you are attracted to me?." she asked, already knowing the answer. "Because, i feel this 'spark' too, and, well, it's been a while."
Jay nodded. "That's good."
She walked close to him. He was about a foot taller than him, and she had to stand on her tip-toes to gently plant a kiss on his lips.
"Let's just see where it goes." she said, with a smile.
He nodded, again. "That would be good." he replied.
She handed him the plates, and picked up the bags of take out, and smiled, mischeviously, at him."Let's go and watch 'Die hard'. And then, well, it's a long movie, and you may not feel like driving when it's over."
"I'm sure i won't" Jay grinned.
"Good." Vonda headed to the doorway, into her living room. "It's been a while since i had a sleepover."