She took another small sip of her wine and looked at him and was taken back by his comment about bringing her furniture and what kind of wood she likes. She blinked and looked at him, "<span style="font-weight: bold">Uh..... light wood I guess but you don't have to...I can get my old furniture from my old house...I don't want to be a bother to you or your family."</span>She told him looking down at the table pulling at her sleeves that still covered her arms and looked back up at him. Something was different about him.... she just could not put her finger on it. She took another sip and thought,<span style="font-weight: bold"> "How long have you lived here? Is it a nice place to live?"</span>She asked him thinking it would be a good idea to get an idea about the town before fully moving into the apartment.