“What do you want?” I huff.
“I wanted to see what your plans are for lunch.”
“Going out with my new best friend.”
“Hark! Don’t say such hurtful things.”
“Where do you want to go?” I sigh.
“That’s the spirit, lady love. How about Clemmie’s?”
“Burgers?”
“They have superb fries and milkshakes.”
“Superb? Can you give me fifteen?”
“I will give you fourteen and a half and not a second more.”
“Thank you for your generosity.”
“You’re welcome.”
I fire off a few more emails and save the report I’m running before I head for the door. I’ve had a productive first half of the morning, although Mondays usually are because that’s when all the reporting needs to go out.
When I walk into Clemmie’s fourteen minutes later, Lizzy is standing by the door looking at her phone.
“Everything ok?”
She holds her phone to my face. “So close. I tell you, since you’ve been hookering it up with those men, you’ve been living life a little too close to the edge for my taste.”
14:29:37 was displayed on her phone.
“You were timing me?”
“How else could I give you shit for being late?”
“You have issues, you know that?”
“Ehh.” She shrugs her shoulders.
“And what the fuck? I’m living life on the edge because I had mere milliseconds to spare on a time you set? Not you, who is getting fucked while hanging from rope?”
“It’s an art.”
“Call it what you want.” Do I dare tell her about the conversation we had yesterday with the boys, or the meeting that’s planned for later tonight at Bo’s?
Not yet. But I’m not going to lie. I really can’t wait to tell her if the deal goes through. I love her reactions when she loses her shit. It’s actually something I’ve come to look forward to now.
“So anything new and exciting happening?”
“No.”
“No more weird positions you want to share?”
“Nope.”
“Well, aren’t you a Chatty Cathy today?”
