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have a floral print couch, two pink velour recliners, and a wooden coffee table that's been painted white. The furniture is pretty hideous, but it was free so we can't complain. And at least Amber's parents bought us a new TV. It's a 42-inch flat screen which is currently sitting on the floor until we can find someone who knows how to hang it on the wall. We bought the bracket. We just don't know how to install it. Amber asked Matt to do it but he has no handyman skills and we didn't want to risk having him try to install it, then have the TV crash to the floor in the middle of the night. So for now, it sits on the floor, resting against the wall.
    "I like it," I say. "I've been to Chicago before. My brothers like the science museum."
    "How old are your brothers again?"
    He says 'again' because we already talked about this. Matt came over last night for dinner and asked me all these questions about myself, but I'm sure he forgot half of what I said. He wasn't really listening. His attention was all on Amber. He really likes her.
    "Josh is 15," I say. "Nate is 12, and Luke is 10."
    "Do they play sports?"
    "Yeah. Josh plays football, Nate plays basketball, and Luke plays baseball."
    "I used to play baseball," Matt says, "but I sucked at it."
    Matt doesn't look like an athlete. He's around 5'9 and on the thin side with not much muscle. But he has a good-looking face. Very symmetrical and his eyes are a rich brown color that match his dark hair. I don't know him that well, but so far, he seems like an easygoing, nice guy. But he also seems kind of boring.
    The room is silent except for the sound of Amber's blowdryer, which we can hear from the bathroom down the hall. It's not a very big apartment. There's an open living area that includes the kitchen, and then two small bedrooms and a bathroom.
    "You said your dad's an insurance agent?" Matt asks, trying to fill the silence.
    "Yeah. And my mom helps run the office." I already told him all this last night. I need to find something else to talk about. "So you know anything about this band that's playing tonight?"
    "Not much. I've heard of them. I've just never heard them play. I only knew they were playing tonight because the lead singer came into the shop yesterday."
    Matt graduated from college last May and got a job as a project manager at some company downtown. But soon he'll have to start paying off his student loans, so he's working at a men's clothing store to make extra cash. He worked there all through college and said it's an easy job because the store only sell suits and most guys go there to buy, not to shop. Matt makes a commission on each sale so it's basically easy money.
    "If he's in a band, why does he need a suit?" I ask.
    "The band's just a side thing. He's in college, in his senior year. The suit is for job interviews, but he didn't end up buying one. He said he'd come back later. Anyway, we got to talking and he mentioned the band and suggested I stop by to hear them." He shrugs. "Even if they're not that great, it's something to do. And I told him I'd go so I feel like I should." He motions to the bathroom. "How much longer do you think she'll be?"
    "Another twenty minutes. Maybe more." I smile. "You should know this by now. You've dated her for over a month."
    "I usually check my phone while I wait so I guess I don't notice."
    Is he saying the time is going slower because he's talking to me? I check the clock on the wall. It's only been five minutes. Damn. Time IS going slow. Painfully slow. Matt and I have nothing to talk about.
    "You want to watch TV?"
    "Sure." He smiles, like he's relieved we no longer have to talk. I'm relieved too. The awkward silence was getting to me.
    Thirty minutes later, Amber finally emerges, wearing a short black dress. Her blond hair hangs in big waves that look natural, but took a half hour, a pile of products, and at least two hair tools to create. I know because I've done it myself. Sometimes when I went out with my high school