He laughs, too.
“And you’re in a whole shitload of trouble.”
Jake takes a sip of his beer, then studies me challengingly. “Not nearly as much as you.”
27Sean
“Hey.”
I press the phone to my ear, as if I wanted him to feel closer.
“Hey.”
“I just wanted to know how things are going over there?”
I sigh. “Everything’s the way I left it.”
“Have you two had dinner?”
“Yeah. Thanks for taking care of that, too.”
I can sense he’s smiling and I’m not sure why, but I blush. Well, actually I do know why – but it’s best to ignore all these signs for as long as I can.
“How’s it going at the restaurant?”
“Good, good. My shift’s almost over, thankfully.”
I can’t wait for you to come back: the words are at the tip of my tongue, but I keep them to myself for now.
“Jake came by earlier,” he says.
“Really? He hasn’t called me back.”
“He was busy, you know, with work… Listen, I have a question for you.”
“O-Okay.”
“What do you prefer: strawberry cheesecake or white chocolate cheesecake?”
“Tough choice. I’ll ask Mila.” I turn to the living room, where I left my sister, and head in search of an answer.
“Eric’s asking if we’d prefer strawberry or white chocolate cheesecake.”
“Why choose?” Mila says, making me laugh.
Eric laughs from the other end of the line.
“Got it,” he responds.
“Good,” I say.
“Good,” he repeats.
“Good,” I say again, stupider than ever.
“Good!” my sister cries, teasing us both and making us laugh again.
“Are you sure it’s not a problem for you to come here after work?”
