“All right, then, Tina.  So, I’ll stop by again, yeah?”

* * * * *

Dana was wearing a pair of navy blue shorts and a teal colored tank top.  She was getting close to Alice’s place, so started her cool down run.  At the front door steps to the apartment building, she did a few stretches, loosening her hamstrings, stretching the tendons in her foot. 

“Hi, Dana.” 

Dana’s head whipped around and she grinned when she saw Lara standing behind her.  Lara was wearing a tight white T-shirt and checkered black and white chef’s pants, black clogs were on her feet. 

“Hey, what are you doing here?”  Dana tried to wipe the smile off her face, but it was useless.  Whenever she saw Lara, she became excited, giddy, and everything around her faded away.

Lara was holding a blue notebook.  “I know this is a bit unconventional, but I was thinking about your training.  You know the few times that we’ve gone out, you’ve been so cautious about what you eat.”

“Yeah?”  Dana laughed.

“Well, I was reading some things on sports medicine and nutrition and then started experimenting and kind of came up with what I think is a great meal plan for you—lots of great food, tons of flavor, the right amount of protein, little fat.”

“Really?”

“I’d like to show it to you.  Go over it.  If you like it, I could be your personal chef.”

Dana shrugged.  “I don’t think I need a personal chef.  That’s way too LA for me.  I grab something at the Planet.  You’re cooking there, that’s fine.”

“I’ll make something special just for you.  No extra charge.  Can I show you?”

“Sure.  Sure, why not?”  Dana turned toward the door, then back to Lara.  “You wanna come in?” 

“Okay.”

“Right.  Okay.  Right.”  Dana walked up the steps and opened the door for Lara, then followed behind her.  Dana had a feeling that Alice wouldn’t approve of Lara being inside her apartment and the fact that she was there without Alice’s knowledge really wouldn’t sit well if she found out—which she wouldn’t.

“I’m going to catch a quick shower.  Why don’t you set up on the table?”