Me:In another life.
Rory
Two Weeks Later
Romeo:Hear me out ... green tea is basically hot spinach water.
Me:I need more information ... are you comparing coloring or taste?
Romeo:Great question . . . color.
Me:Drink it.
Me:Do it. FaceTime me ... I’m at lunch, I wanna watch.
Romeo:Oooh, kinky. I’m in.
Three Weeks Later
Me:Remember that girl I was telling you about?
Romeo:Birks with slacks?
Me:No ... the other one.
Romeo:Ladybug barrettes as an adult?
Me:No ... the other, other one
Romeo:Tofu and Nutella!
Me:Yes!!!! Get this, she has a picture on her desk of her and her boyfriend ... they do long distance ... guess what alpha from the New York pack she’s dating.
Romeo:Say it ain’t so ... I guess there really is someone for everyone.
Me:Right. At least now you don’t have to worry about retaliation. I mean, you did kinda steal his girl.
Romeo:Kinda? She’s still talking to me almost three weeks later. I’d say she’s pretty much mine.
Me:Damn ... in another life.
Romeo:Maybe ... or we can just label it complicated and you can call me when you get off and we can FaceTime under the covers.
I laugh and bite my bottom lip. This should feel complicated. But it doesn’t. And I’m definitely going to call him.
Me:Okay.
Oliver
One Month Later
Juliet:Okay. You should know that I’m the most productive person today. So you can stop harassing me for never leaving my apartment. I got my ticket to see my niece’s play ... which btw is a “modern-day” version of Romeo and Juliet. How cute right? Got my car washed. Paid all my bills ... and managed to finally unpack the last box in my apartment.
Me:Look at you go! Wait a minute ... did someone steal your identity. Is this really my Juliet?
Rory sends me a selfie of her standing outside next to her clean car blowing a kiss.
Me:Undeniable. She’s a beauty. Obviously I’m talking about the car.
