“I’m really happy for them,” I say with a sigh. “It’s too bad you only like to think about a day at a time.”
“I know, it’s a shame,” she says.
“You don’t ever want to get married?”
“I didn’t say that,” Scarlett says, looking at me with confusion.
“How do you suppose you go and get married without thinking past the current day?”
By the look on her face, you’d think I popped her balloon full of life’s plans. “I don’t know. I guess I just assumed I’d get engaged someday. Maybe I’d hire a wedding planner, then just show up when I’m told to.”
“You’re kidding, right?” I ask her, cocking my head to the side.
“Maybe a little.”
“For someone who likes to be in control of everything, I don’t foresee the slightest chance of that happening.”
“What if we just woke up one day and decided to get married?” she asks.
I shake my head with a smirk. “Nope.”
“What do you mean nope?”
“There are some things in life you can’t control,” I tell her.
“That’s not true,” she argues. “Well, maybe it is, but when it comes to getting married, you can do it whenever you want.”
“Hmm, well, I’ll just take my chances then.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asks, becoming utterly flustered.
“I don’t even know.” I shrug.
“Austin, don’t toy with my emotions.”
“Okay, I won’t play games.”
“Austin … are you suggesting we get married?”
“I didn’t say that!”
She groans. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
“To think … they say opposites attract. Clearly, ‘they’ don’t know us too well.”
“I’m not a pain in the ass,” she argues.
