"Wait, Liz, don't-" he called out, forgetting to warn her about the saleswoman.<br/><br/>He finished putting on his tennis shoes and headed back into the living room, where Valencia was now standing outside their door. He scratched the back of his head with embarrassment, hissing at his mistake. He made awkward eye contact and decided not to address the issue. He promptly picked up his keys from the counter, and then kissed his wife's forehead as he slid past Val, excusing himself. He quickly entered his vehicle and backed out of the drive way before he would have to make any more contact with the saleswoman than needed.<br/><br/>"I hope Elizabeth doesn't buy anything as an apology." he muttered to himself as his house became smaller and smaller in his rear view mirror.<br/><br/>He paid their electricity bill with the check he had written earlier and started to make his way back. His main concern at the moment was how awesome dinner was going to taste. He caught of a glimpse in the kitchen when he scooted by, and a roast was starting to sound delicious at this point. He returned to his home and seen the door was closed and figured Elizabeth had either shooed off the saleswoman or invited her in. The thoughts of dinner still raced in his head as he approached the humble home.