When she opened the door, she stared disbelieving at the figure before her.
"Luis!" she gasped.
"Hannah..." Luis said, obviously confused. "What... what's going on? What are you doing here?"
"I... Anna gave you my address instead of hers because her roommates didn't do the dishes and I..." Flustered, Hannah looked down at the floor and stopped speaking, for lack of an idea of what to say.
"Nice shirt," Luis said, laughing at the peeling number 42 of his old jersey.
Hannah looked up and blushed, and then, realizing that Luis was still standing outside, invited him in. He gave her an awkward hug at the door, and then came in and looked around.
"This is a really nice place," Luis said, "How long have you lived here? I knew you were in New York, and I had hoped we could hook up, but I didn't realize it would be so soon."
Hannah laughed. "Uh, yeah, it is a little odd. I just moved in this week, actually, and Anna was a little over-excited about having a place to invite guys over to. What are you doing here? Last I heard from you, you were out in California finishing your architecture degree... What brought you to New York?"
"Well, nothing, yet, except the hope that I'll find a job and some excitement," Luis laughed.
Hannah looked at him critically and saw that he was still very good to look at, but more mature than he had been when she saw him last.
"How's your mom -" They both asked each other the same question at the same time, and each burst into laughter.
"She's fine -" They did it again and laughed even harder.
"You look beautiful," Luis said, interrupting the laughter with a serious smile at Hannah.
Hannah blushed again, and the comfort that she had begun to feel suddenly disappeared as embarrassment took its place.
"Um, thanks," she replied, in almost a whisper.
Luis, intent on bringing her out of her sudden shell, began to ask her questions about her job and her life in New York. After a while, she began to open up and they were deep into conversation when Anna walked in, without knocking.
Hannah stood up guiltily, but wasn't quite sure why. Anna looked at the two of them and for once, wasn't quite sure what to say.
"Uh, do you two know each other?" she asked.
"Well, um, Anna, this is Luis Armstrong, remember when I... um, my friend from high school," Hannah replied awkwardly.
"No way," Anna declared in all capitals, "Fabulous 42??" she shrieked, glancing at Hannah's jersey.
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