Dermot: I just drove to Lake Placid, and I’m at my sister’s coffee shop while she makes me help her close down. She had people call out, so she’s closing alone. Waiting to finish up so we can head to dinner.
Me: Boo, employees can suck. My mom is the worst.
Dermot: Highly doubtful. She gives me snacks.
Me: You come into the shop?
Dermot: Maybe.
Me: Nice. Are you busy?
Dermot: Not for you.
Ugh, he’s so sweet!
He is making me crazy.
Me: So, you know how I have lips?
Dermot: …I am aware of them, yes.
Me: Okay, I was wondering if you knew they were there.
Dermot: Yes, Maggie. I know you have lips. Very pretty lips.
Me: Okay, and you know how I use them to kiss Kip?
Dermot: I’m gonna say yes, but I’m just gonna be real honest, I have no damn clue where you’re going with this.
Me: Understandable, but stay with me.
Dermot: I am.
Me: My lips love kissing Kip. He’s such a great kisser. But they’re really interested in someone else.
Dermot: Oh?
Me: Yeah.
Me: You.
Dermot: Your lips are interested in me?
Me: Yes.
Me: Are you following what I’m saying?
I tap my finger against the counter as I wait for his response.
Dermot: Very much so.
Me: Okay. Are yours interested in mine?
Dermot: Very much so.
Me: Oh.
Dermot: I’m glad we cleared this up.
