Maddie glances up at something over his shoulder: a sharp, insistent tapping sound coming from the window behind him.
Josh turns around, expecting to see some bizarre only–in–New York event unfolding in front of a crowd along Broadway. But there’s only one person standing there, an inch from the window, her face contorted in outrage.
“What the fuck, Joshua?” Ari yells into the insulated glass, creating a cloud of condensation on the window. Josh freezes, racking his brain for an explanation.
“Do you know her?” Maddie asks, sitting up straighter.
Before he can say anything, a blur of plaid peacoat appears at the periphery of his vision.
“I knew it!” Ari bursts through the door and past the host stand. “Liar!”
It takes her only a few seconds to march past five other tables and plant herself in front of their crowded two-top. He slouches automatically but there’s nowhere to hide.
“ ‘Working late’?” Her eyes are glassy from beer pong. “It’sbullshit! You’re cheating on me!”
“I—” His mouth won’t close. He blinks and lets the dual feelings of shock and confusion fight for dominance.
Ari slams her open hand down on the shiny wood tabletop. The couple at the next table pretend not to stare. “And at our favorite restaurant!”
“Ourfav—” He clenches his jaw, tamping down whatever emotion is fighting to make itself known. He’s either on the verge of laughter or genuinely scared of her.
“Wait,” Maddie says. “You have a girlfriend?”
He’s about to offer…well,somethingin the realm of a denial when Ari leans down so that her face is only a few inches from his.
“I’m hiswife.”
His date jerks her head back, like she’s been hit by a particularly vicious dodgeball headshot.
Josh isn’t often rendered speechless but something short-circuits between his brain and his throat when Ari looks down at him, her expression fiery anger, cut with a dash of mischief that almost no one else would notice.
“M-Maddie, it’s not—” He exhales. “This isn’t real.”
“Not real?” Ari shakes her head slowly. “Notreal?” Josh reaches for his water and takes a gulp. “It felt pretty real when I got my nipples pierced because you said it was ‘more intimate than a wedding ring.’ They took an entire month to heal!”
Maddie’s mouth falls open. Josh coughs up some of the water.
Dropping her tote bag on the floor, Ari takes a seat on the banquette, trapping him. The side of his body is pushed up against the cold poly wool blend of her unbuttoned coat, which absorbed the aroma of cheap beer.
“You’remarried?” Maddie asks, leaning forward.
Ari looks at him, eyebrows raised to cartoonish heights, daring him to join the act.
Josh does some quick calculus. He’s never been good at improvising, but Ari hasn’t given him much choice.
“I guess we’ve been”—he breathes in, scanning Ari’s face—“avoiding the truth for a long time. Going through the motions.”
Maddie lets out a little gasp. She should be reaching for her coat any moment.
The tiny divot at the corner of Ari’s mouth turns up ever so slightly. “So all that phone sex was just your way of ‘going through the motions’?” His neck gets hot. She glances atMaddie. “He makes crazy noises, you know.” She leans across the table. “One time, he wanted me to wear a clown suit.”
“Jesus, this is so toxic,” Maddie mutters, pushing the bread basket toward Ari.
Ari’s slightly inebriated affect really helps to sell the idea that she’d downed three glasses of pinot noir back in “their” apartment before marching over to Sixty-third and Broadway to confront her lying husband.
“When we met,” Ari says, grabbing two slices of focaccia, “it was like he couldn’t get enough of me. He gave me a drawer after our second night together.”
“Such a red flag.” Maddie nods, making absolutely no move to leave. “But also romantic?”
