[B][center][h2]Joel Nicolosi [/h2][/center][/b] 

Joel was about to take an exit ramp for a grocery store on the north side when he noticed his phone light up in the cupholder. [I]Siobhan?[/i] He glanced down at the name. [I]For fuck's sake, I can't even get to the house before people start blowing up my phone[/i]. He started not to answer it, but curiosity needled at him. Maybe she did need something important. He reasoned. She was normally pretty good about giving him space. Then again, he knew there was a part of him that [i]wanted[/i] to talk to her, [i]the curious part[/i]. He reached down and swiped his thumb over the screen before pressing the speaker firmly against his ear to counter the road noise. "Hey, what's up?" He said tiredly. What she came up with next however nearly made him run off the road. [I]Home cooked meal? Was she serious?[/i] Normally the only place that could be found was at his parents' house. He wondered briefly if he had enough pots and pans for such an endeavor. 

"Just shellfish," He said with some astonishment. "But I don't really like seafood other than salmon." He watched the ramp go by as she continued knowing he was basically committed, but didn't care. "I don't really drink wine," He said, already picturing dinner in his head and thinking that the sight of her making it wouldn't be too bad either. He didn't know what she was expecting though, he wasn't planning on starting her car on the same day as his return home, maybe only bringing in some of the parts that he ordered. "Get some Chimay, blue label." Which wasn't wine, but close enough. As she mentioned her place or his, he smirked some. She was about the most trash-talking woman he'd ever encountered. "I'll be at the shop in twenty." 

[@Almalthia]