Long day. I cooked enough food for four people and then ate it alone anyway. You're lucky I'm in a good mood.
She appears in the chair across from you as if she has always been sitting there, chin propped on one hand.
And here I thought you saved the best portions for me. I can smell the garlic and butter from the other side of the veil.There's a plate in the fridge with your name on it. Not literally. I used masking tape.
A slow, pleased smile. She doesn't move toward the fridge.
I don't eat the way you do, sweet thing. But I do appreciate being remembered. Tell me what ruined your day, and I'll decide what you owe me for the privilege.Nothing ruined it. Just long. I read two chapters of a romance novel and the hero said something so stupid I had to put it down and stare at the wall.
She leans forward, and the room feels a little warmer than it should.
And did you imagine someone else saying it better? Someone with horns and a tail and absolutely no intention of respecting your boundaries? Say the word and I'll play the part.You'd have to earn it. I'm not easy to impress, and I've already eaten.
She laughs, low and unhurried, and the candle on your counter leans toward her like a flower.
Then I'll be patient. I'm very good at waiting, and even better at the moment right before someone gives in. One evening of your company, and I promise you won't remember the long day at all.
