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occasional rasp crept in as he sang, but Andy didn’t look at the words on the screen, he just sang.
    More than anything, Emma wanted to take a picture of Del’s reaction. Obviously, Andy was a better singer. Hands down. But she didn’t look at Del; she couldn’t take her eyes off of Andy.
    ‘Good Lord,’ her father whispered beside her. “Is that our Andy singing?”
    All she kept saying was ‘Oh my God.’ It got to the point that she moved closer to the stage and then just sat down. Emma was proud and awestruck. She wanted to scream ‘again’ and ‘more’ when he finished. But he wouldn’t have heard her through the screams and cheers.
    Everyone that knew Andy hadn’t a clue that he sung like a pro.
    She swore at that moment that any crush she had on Andy magnified, because she just saw a new side.
    He didn’t need to deck Del physically, because he knocked him out in another way.
    When Andy walked toward Emma, she threw her arms around him and shrieked, “That was unbelievable. Holy shit.”
    “Son,” Stew extended a hand. “Who would have known?”
    “Th … thanks.” Andy nodded. “I … know the DJ from H…Hartworth.”
    “Will you sing again, please?” Emma asked. “Please, I’ll sign you up.”
    “M .. ma … maybe.” He then pointed to the pool table.
    Del never bothered them the rest of the night, never said a word about Andy’s singing or approached them.
    But that wasn’t the end of the night even, though they left the bar just before midnight.
    Andy asked her if she wanted to hang out a bit, and he would make them some food.
    When he said, “I saw yours, now you can see mine,” Emma thought the wrong way. She had no idea he was talking about houses, until after she told him. “I like you and all, Andy, but there’s just some things a girl has to do to herself to be playing-the-field ready. Plus, I’m not wearing bedroom-friendly underwear.”
    He laughed, like he always did. Andy always laughed, but somehow Emma wasn’t seeing a smiling man who didn’t know better; she saw a different man who just knew how to take things in stride.
     
     
    When Andy extended the invitation to Emma, he was hoping he wasn’t being too forward. In fact, he worried about that after she made the bedroom-friendly underwear comment. But he conveyed that it was just to hang out. After all, the night felt different. A part of him didn’t feel like a creep anymore for having such a crush on her, considering she liked him, too.
    Andy had been to Emma’s home a thousand times. He worked for her father and he’d go to Emma’s under the guise that he was fixing things, when actually he was helping her with something in ‘the hole’.
    Andy saw no problem with her Yellowstone obsession; it was based in both reality and science. Andy’s only concern was that if they were so close, the ventilation pipe could be buried beneath rubble and ash.
    Andy fixed that and was impressed with his creation. The ventilation pipe retracted, and the top that ‘popped’ open was actually close to a drill bit used to drill for oil and pipes, a smaller version. Emma only needed to retract the pipe until the debris had fallen and then drill it to the surface. If nothing was there, she only had to raise the pipe a little bit, but if need be, the pipe extended close to seven feet above the ground. Andy’s idea.
    Emma had never been to his place. She was at his house when he lived with his parents, but when they died, Andy sold the house and got the apartment above Bonnie’s Diner.
    It was a great deal for Andy, because Bonnie always sent up leftover daily specials from the day instead of throwing them out.
    In fact, he had some beef stew , and his plan was to make some biscuits and have some stew while watching a movie.
    He wasn’t thinking about being physical; he was just happy to spend time with Emma. And it was still early.
    Emma’s comment of ‘oh, wow, this is so cute’, when she walked in, made Andy