"That dark green one in the master."
"I knew you would like that. It matches the wall."
"Yes, it does, and the tile is amazing. Is that tile? It looks like petrified wood."
"Yeah, I know, it's not, though. I'm not sure what it's made of."
"I like white in the guest bathroom—either the white your brother likes or the one that looks like shaved-down pebbles—the white and cream one."
"Yeah, I like that one too. What about in here?" he asked.
I pointed at the floor. "That white one's cool in here, too, but I like the grey and white mosaic tile with the shapes. It's got gold in it… you might think it's too busy."
"Which one do you like better?" he asked.
"Probably the busy one, but Phillip's already going to kill me for choosing dark green in the master."
"This isn't Phillip's house."
"I know, but you two have similar taste, I think. My mom and sisters would agree with your brother about the white. They would go for the lighter, plain one. It probably adds to the resale value."
"Just tell me which ones to do."
"I like this mosaic in here."
"All right," he said, giving me a smile like that wasn't so hard. He started typing something into his phone and he glanced up at me. "Are you sure you say 'yes' to white in the guest bathroom?"
"Yes."
"Marble, or stones, which one?"
"Stones," I said, choosing the one I liked even though it went against his brother.
"The grey and white mosaic in here, the white with stones in the guest, and dark green in my master?"
"Yes," I said.
He typed into his phone like those were his final choices.
I found it hard to believe that he didn't have any other questions.
"Are you just going to get those?"
"Yes."
"That seems too fast," I said, looking around. "Don't you want to get the advice of your sister or someone else?"
"I know that green matches the color of the pattern on my shower walls. It came up as complementary when the lady was helping me."
He put his phone in his pocket and glanced at me, giving me a smile.
"Now that we have that settled, can you do me a gigantic favor tonight?"
"Sure, what?" I asked.
"Phillip has to stand me up on the plans we had. That's why he was here. Addie is sick, and, with the baby coming and everything, he feels like he can't leave her to come with me."
"What's tonight?"