Rachel's House
Rachel had the dinner table set for two. The living room was lit by some candles. Not too many that it was a fire hazard. Champagne was on ice. Rose petals were sprinkled all around as slow music played.
Rachel was already seated. She had been waiting for a while now. She sniffed a pleasant aroma and heard footsteps approaching.
"Finally!" She remarked
"Sorry but you can't rush brilliance." Said Jack as he placed the tray on the table. The sweet smell of lightly roasted meat had her salivating(apologies to vegetarians). He sat and they enjoyed their meal.
Jack's ear to ear smile seemed as though it was glued on. It wouldn't recede. Not for one bit. He kept looking into Rachel's eyes.
"What?" Asked Rachel
"Nothing! I was just thinking... I should be a painter!"
"Here we go!" She rolled her eyes
"No, I'm serious. With you as my muse, I could be goddamn Picasso!"
Yes, Jack had to figure out his new life. It took much adjusting, on Rachel's part as well but he knew he would get there.
Chris really came through for him. He wouldn't forget what his brother had done for him. The joy he had brought him. He really wished he would see Chris again.