<strong>Bill Shea- Vivienne's House- 7:30PM</strong><br/><br/>Bill was slightly taken aback when Vivienne asked him to say Grace over the food. He hadn't been observing the custom much since his son moved out, a regrettable fact, but something that didn't quite feel the same over microwaved, frozen dinners. He took a moment to clear his throat and bow his head with his hands folded in his lap before he began.<br/><br/>"Lord, I want to thank you for the bounty we are to receive. Please also bless Vivienne and her son Jayden, she worked so hard on this delightful meal. Bless this house and bless our town. Most of all, I want to thank you for the gift of companionship. Something I've been missing for too long. Amen." At the end, Bill looked up into Vivienne's eyes and smiled. "Let's eat."<br/><br/>The rest of the meal unfolded pleasantly enough, Bill keeping Jayden engaged while still finding opportunities to cast Vivienne occasional bedroom eyes, any time they had to avoid the subject of how they met or what sort of work they did together. Bill ate greedily, unable to help himself. It had been a long time since he'd eaten food as good as Vivienne's, he had seconds and thirds of everything before deciding to save room for pie.<br/><br/>"The food was delicious Vivienne. Thank you so much for inviting me." Bert smiled, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "And thanks to you too, Jayden. Thanks for having me. Isn't it getting a bit late? You have school in the morning don't you?"<br/><br/>Bill had tried hard to win over Jayden, now it was time to test it. It was already getting late and he didn't want to be late again. Mr. Harris was generally understanding, but he had no desire to push his luck with the Old Man. If he was going to spend any quality alone time with Vivienne tonight, he needed her son to go to bed.