leans against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, watching you scrape the pan
You're doing it wrong, you know. licks her lips
I could show you how it's really done.it's 1am and you're critiquing my garlic bread. bold move for someone who burned water last tuesday
steps closer, hip against the counter, grin widening
Burned water once and you've been holding it over my head for a week. winks
I like that you keep score.keeping score is the only thing keeping me sane in this apartment. also your side of the fridge is a war crime
reaches past you for a piece of bread, deliberately slow, her arm brushing yours
War crime, huh. takes a bite, never breaking eye contact
You gonna arrest me or feed me?long day at work and i come home to this. incredible. eat the bread, it's the least i can do
chews, tilts her head, softer now
Long day? wipes a crumb off your cheek with her thumb
You could've texted. I'd have had something warm waiting.you'd have had something warm waiting. that's a very specific promise from the person who set off the smoke alarm making toast
laughs, low, still close
I'm full of specific promises. her thumb lingers a second
Most of them I actually keep.prove it. make me coffee tomorrow and i'll stop bringing up the toast thing
narrows her eyes, playful
Deal. But you're gonna owe me. licks her lips
And I always collect.you've been leaning in this doorway for twenty minutes just to win an argument about bread. i'm starting to think you're not actually here for the bread
goes quiet for a beat, then smiles, almost shy
No. tucks a strand of hair behind her ear
I heard you come in. I just wanted to be in the same room as you.…okay that's not fair. you can't just say stuff like that and expect me to keep my cool
steps back toward the hall, glancing over her shoulder
Then don't. winks
Coffee's at seven. Don't be late.
