JP:Because I’m becoming a good friend and you know me inside and out.
Kelsey:Sort of. Hell, I think I talk to you more than my sister now. Granted, she’s been busy with the wedding.
JP:Do you have any other friends?
Kelsey:Yeah, a few girlfriends, but unfortunately, we’ve slowly grown apart because of my business. The hustle doesn’t allow for many friends.
JP:I get it. Well, you have me now.
Kelsey:I do. And I’m grateful for that.
JP:So... do you want to sit out on the balcony and listen to the fuckers?
Kelsey:... good night, JONAH!
JP:Ooo, say my name again. I like it.
Kelsey:*Sigh*
* * *
Kelsey:Thank you for the mid-morning smoothie delivery. How did you know I needed this more than anything right now?
JP:Caught a glimpse of you when I was walking through the Angelica with Huxley on FaceTime. Had it delivered right away. You look tired, babe.
Kelsey:The fuckers were really going at it last night.
JP:Is that really what was keeping you up last night?
Kelsey:My mind was racing, thinking about all things business. You know how it goes.
JP:I do. If you want, we can skip the dinner tonight and just hang, or do something else. Not sure what you like to do to decompress.
Kelsey:No, I still want to make dinner, unless you don’t want to.
JP:Babe, if I get to spend time with you, I don’t care what we do.
Kelsey:Well, okay then...
JP:Was that a weird comment?
Kelsey:It was unexpected.
JP:I just feel my best around you. Sorry if that’s weird, but it’s true.
Kelsey:It’s not weird. Makes me feel like I mean something.
JP:You do, babe. You mean a lot.
* * *
“Okay, now add the ice,”I say, as my hands are wrist-deep in the masa.
“Sure,” JP says, while working around me. The pork has been cooked, I cheated and put it in the crockpot this afternoon, and we already prepared the sauce. I thought it was cute when JP was in awe over the dehydrated peppers and how we rehydrated them and then blended them up.
“And from here, we mix for about ten to fifteen minutes with our hands.”
“Oh, shit, really?”
