“Second date,” I corrected.
“It was both our firstandour second date,” Cole clarified. “We were discussing which David was better. Michaelangelo’s David,” he gestured at the statue before us, “or David Rose.”
“Who?” Elias asked.
“David Rose. FromSchitt’s Creek,” I said.
Elias’s eyebrows furrowed. “What is a Shit Creek?”
“It’s a show. David Rose is one of the characters.”
“And you believed he was better than this?” Elias asked in disbelief.
“I take back what I said,” Alice’s electronic voice echoed in the chamber. “You have worse opinions than my brother.”
“Hey! I’m admitting I’m wrong!”
“Too late,” she insisted. “My opinion of you is forever damaged.”
“I must agree with Alice,” Elias said, patting her shoulder. “I will go back to Stockholm. Find a nice Swedish girl to fall in love with.”
We laughed and teased each other, then admired the statue a little bit longer. Finally, when we’d gotten our fill, we held hands and moved deeper into the museum. Alice had strong opinions about what she wanted to see next, and we were happy to oblige her.
We were happy in general, too. Happier than any of us ever thought was possible.
Because we were together.
