So that other there we might be going to tonight had to goawesome.
Snap didn’t join me on the couch at first.
Instead, he put his plate and beer down on the coffee tableand moved to the fireplace.He turned a knob on the side and the fire jumped tolife.
He didn’t whip out his phone and set the speakers I’dnoticed that were set in the ceiling to playing Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get ItOn.”
But it still set the scene.
Oh yeah.
I was nervous and feeling shy.
I pushed some butter chicken into the center pile of riceand shoved it in my mouth.
Snap sat opposite me on the couch and grabbed his plate.
I chewed, swallowed, and asked, “Do you do the yard work?”
He looked to me.“Come again?”
“The yard.”I jerked my head toward the door behind us.“It’s all set for the winter.Do you do the yard work?”
“No,” he told me.
He didn’t expound.
Then again, he didn’t really need to.
I looked to the plate, shoved some chicken korma into therice and ate that, still staring at my plate.
“What gives, Scully?”he asked.
I looked to him, chewed, swallowed and said, “Nothinggives.”
His eyes narrowed.“You’rebein’weird.”
“I am?”I asked.
But I was.
I was all the way across the couch, shoved into a corner, myplate in front of my chin like I hadn’t had food in six months and was intentto shovel it in, my body screaming, “This is my space, do not invade it!”
“We’re eating and having a conversation.I’m notgonnajump you on the couch through butter chicken,” hestated.
“You turned on the fire,” I pointed out.
“So?That fire rocks.It’s February.It was a pain in theass to get that fucker in and I’ve never had the opportunity to enjoy it.So Iturned it on.”
“It’s romantic,” I said softly.
“Yeah,” he agreed.“I’m here.You’re here.We’regonnasort our shit so I’mfeelin’romantic, baby.But I’m hungry and we got shit to talk about so before I doanything about that feeling, I’mgonnaeat and we’regonnatalk, and if we’re boththereafter, we’ll explore that feeling.Right now, it’s just nice to besitting on a couch, just you and me, having dinner.We’ve never had that.Somight as well do it up right.”
He did that all the time.
He always did it up right.
And he was very correct.
