April: Yeah, spill your guts, Ryan.
Ryan: He took me to an art fair.
April: An art fair?
Kim: Oh, I love art fairs! The weather in Vegas is probably perfect this time of year for outdoor art fairs.
April: What kind of art was there?
Ryan: All sorts. Canvas art, oil paintings, painted wood crafts, metal crafts.
Kim: Did you guys get anything?
Ryan: Coffee and he bought this baseball player figurine. It was really cool and made out of metal parts like screws, nuts, and bolts. I’d never seen anything like it.
April: I didn’t know he liked baseball.
Kim: He doesn’t, April. It’s because his good boy loves baseball and used to play in college.
April: Ah, yes. It all makes sense now.
Ryan: Does it?
April: Oh, yes.
Ryan: Good. Are you going to tell me what makes sense?
April: Nope.
Ryan: What?
Kim: I’m sure you will find out what he does with it soon.
April: He’ll put it on his desk and think of you as he touches it.
Kim: Or maybe he’s planning on giving it to you as a gift.
April: Or put it on your side of the nightstand when you move in with him.
Move in with him? Suddenly my mouth went dry and my heart began to pound. Move in? Me? Me move in with Russell? No. That’s not happening. That couldn’t happen. It wouldn’t happen.
I glanced around my cozy living room. This was my home. It’s been my home since I graduated from college. It was the home I had built. Everything in here, I worked my ass off for. I wasn’t moving. I couldn’t move.
But, what if it meant that I’d lose him?
April and Kim’s back and forth banter kept scrolling up on the screen. It was all a blur to me as I began to mentally check out from the conversation.
April: Ryan?
Kim: Where did you go, Ryan?
Ryan: Sorry. I’m here.
April: Did we scare you?
Ryan: No.
April: Ryan.
