Return to reality, a storm brews.

Asher caught himself tapping to the melodious voice of Ben E. King. The harmonious note of the song Spanish Harlem serenaded his apartment.

Listening to a song like Spanish Harlem was Joan's choice. Not like he cared much for music, but the few times he does he usually listen to dark classical music from the likes of Beethoven and Dvorak. Nevertheless, he found he enjoyed the soulful song too.

He was currently picking out movies for himself and Joan, well it was for Joan really. She had insisted on them staying indoors for the night. She declared it a movie night. So he was debating on whether he should pick a thriller or a romance movie.

Asher watched as Joan finally descended the stairs that led to the top floor where the suites were. She had on one of his sweaters, a light blue cable knit sweater.

He stifled a chuckle as she reached the end of the stairs. The sweater she wore was considerably bigger on Joan's much smaller frame and it hung past the middle of her thigh.

Asher though