He sat down at the kitchen table and listened as she went in the bathroom. Soon he heard water and then heard the familiar slam of the shower door as she got it. The damn thing was noisey. He could hear hr high pitched voice as she sang something or other muffled by the walls. He really wanted to go join her, but quickly dismissedthe idea as a bit forward. He wanted this girl in a lot of ways but he was also afraid of dredging up the mysterious past that seemed to lurk just off stage, like the villian in a play. So he sat there listening and decided to set out a snack. He wasn't a great cook, but he knew what to do. He slice some ches and salami, and set out some crackers and a bottle of sweet white wine. Girls liked that, besides it went well with cheese.