G's First Move

G moved to the living room with the bowl in her hands. She reached out for the remote with her free hand, hoping to find something good on TV. Maybe a movie from 70's she thought. Diane Keaton was her personal favourite and something like "Annie Hall" or "Manhattan" could make her night. Then again, she wouldn't say no to "A Clockwork Orange" either. G was changing the channels instantly when Cat came in and started to move between her legs, tickling her. She put the bowl in her hands aside and picked up Cat, calling her silly names in a tone she only used with Cat. It was then she saw the shadow in front of the next house. It was similar to a silhouette of a man, of him to be more precise, and it was simply lingering there. "What should we do now?" asked G to Cat, in that same sweet tone. Cat answered by purring softly, to which G responded by making a face and whispering "The blame is on you". G went to the front door of the house, waited a couple of seconds before turning the handle and stepped outside with slow motions. She drew the big flower pot in front of the door so it wouldn't close. He greeted G with a fast nod. He was wearing a black tracksuit bottom and a red baggy shirt. "Cold, huh?" he said, his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Yeah," G answered hugging Cat tighter.