“I feel like you’re stalking me” Monique threw her hands in the air to no one in particular.  She pulled her sunglasses out of her purse and slid them over her eyes knowing that the professor would pretend not to have noticed.

“You flatter yourself” Jodie signed back making sure that her hands were in plain view for the eyes behind the Channels.

“No you flatter me” Monique signed right back as she began her descent down the steps.  She stood at the edge of the curb facing the old truck then checked both sides to ensure clear traffic, but didn’t cross the street.  “This is what I love about sign language” she smiled brightly at the professor “I don’t have to be close to communicate with you.”

“Unless I’m myopic, other than that you’d look like you were signing to an imaginary friend” Jodie laughed.

“Look who’s talking” Monique replied laughing just as hard.  She crossed the street after making sure one last time that the coast was still clear.  “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to ask you to have dinner with me on Saturday” Jodie signed then rested her arm on the door, elbow poking out the window.

“The party’s on Saturday” Monique replied amused with Jodie’s tactic.

“Then you’ll have to take me with you” Jodie stated with finality.

“I do?”  Monique laughed.

“Yes you do” Jodie looked at her wishing she could feel her breath as she laughed.  “What are you doing right now?”

“Standing here dangerously talking to you on the street” Monique replied.

“I meant what are your plans for tonight?”  Jodie shook her head at the smart ass remark.

“I plan on going home nuking some left-over’s then I’m going to see my son.”  Monique said and carefully watched for Jodie’s reaction.

“The first part sounds kind of dull” Jodie shrugged “how about I cook for you instead of eating whatever you have from whenever?”

“Oh you cook?”  Monique knew Jodie was trying to impress her.

“I have many skills” Jodie looked flirtatiously at Monique “and talents” she added with a wink.

“Oh my god” Monique didn’t bother signing “what would you cook for me?”  Her hands conveyed to the artist.