“Absolutely not. They didn’t really talk that much to each other. Just cordial greetings.”
“Yep.”
“Yep, what?”
“Big brother probably has a crush on you.”
“You’ve never even met him,” I scoff. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“If he’s been hanging around you this long, I think I do.”
“Men and women can have platonic relationships, Jason. Look at us. We have a lot of fun together and there’s nothing romantic about it whatsoever.”
His face scrunches up into a scowl
“We’re different.”
I shrug my shoulders
“I don’t think so. Hey, can we stop in here?” I ask.
We stop at a local electronic store that’s open for another hour. One perk about living in Manhattan is that many of the stores will stay open longer than you see in other cities simply because there are more people out still shopping.
“What are we looking for?”
“I’m thinking about getting a new television.”
“That’s right up my alley. What kind are we looking for?” he asks excitedly.
“Something small. I just need one in the bedroom.”
“Do you have one in there right now? Is it broken?”
“No, um.”
“Don’t tell me. The ex had something against television.”
“In the bedroom he did. He needed a perfectly quiet room devoid of extraneous sound or light.”
“Or laughter.”
I turn my lips up in a sardonic smile.
“You saw my relationship at its lowest point. There were some good times.”
“You should set a higher bar.”
“Oh, really… and when’s the last time you were even in something that remotely looked like a relationship?”
“I think I’m offended.”
He grabs his chest playfully as if he’s clutching his pearls.
“I think you and I can both agree that you are not offended by the slightest. You don’t seem the type.”
“Ok, you got me. I’m not a relationship type of dude but there're reasons for that.”
“Which are?”
