Gio
I swear I keep forgetting Rava's room isactuallyin use now. For months I could walk around my floor naked, half-naked, no one cared.
Now?
One second of autopilot and I end up giving him the best live show of his life. I grab a pair of shorts, throw on a plain black tee, and head to the window.
I go and sit right there, on the windowsill. Lulu hops up and parks herself right on top of me.
Rava is out here too. On his balcony. Alone.
With a book in his hand. He looks like a melancholic Italian poet. If rainy Sunday was a person, it would be him.
What a nerd.
I don’t know what makes me grab the pebbles from the sad little pot of basil next to me, but I do.
I flick one. It pings off his book.
He grabs it, and drops it on the ground.
Oh, no. No, no, no. You don’t get to ignore me, sweetheart.
I throw another. Ping. Still nothing.
I lean out the window. "Look at me, you fucker."
That does it. He looks up, like my very existence offended his delicate post-date grief.
Which, actually, it probably does. I smirk and grab another pebble, tossing it up and down in my palm.
"Why are you sad? I thought I was the only problem in your life right now."
He doesn’t answer. Just turns back to his book. So I flick one more tiny stone, this time it hits him on the head.
He flinches. Then slowly turns, his eyes full of murder.
I smile sweetly. "There he is."
He glares like he wants to strangle me with his shoelaces. I missed that look.
I know I’m being annoying, but I don’t like this Rava. Give me the Rava who throws attitude like knives. Not this soft, wilted one that makes me feel… weird.
"Really, Ravioli? Out here, at 10PM, reading like you’re eighty and the TV’s broken?"
Still nothing. So I keep going. "Come on. Don’t make me work for it. What happened? She stood you up? Is it the cologne? Did you talk too much about child development again?"
Oh. That one earns me a sharper glare.
His girlfriend is the problem.
Yeah, of course. Should’ve fucking guessed.
I lean forward, elbow on the sill, chin in hand. "So it went badly, huh?"
He mutters something, then his phone lights up.
Helungesfor it. Checks it. Locks it. Face drops.
