Dramatic.
Talia:
You love dramatic. Remember when you dove into a pool like a Navy SEAL?
Me:
I thought you were drowning.
Talia:
I was swimming.
Me:
You were underwater forever.
Talia:
Exaggeration. Also, you liked it when I was wet.
I stop walking.
Heat shoots straight up my spine.
This woman is impossible.
Sweet and thoughtful one minute. Completely reckless the next.
I’ve never met anyone like her.
Me:
Behave.
Talia:
Make me.
There’s a little devil emoji behind it.
Me:
You’re lucky I'm not home.
Talia:
I’m unlucky you’re not home.
I get in my truck and start driving.
A few minutes later, I pull up in front of the shop.
A small bell chimes when Ipush the door open.
The air inside smells like paper, wood, and something faintly chemical but clean. The walls are lined with tubes of paint arranged by color. Rows and rows of them, like a perfectly organized rainbow.
A woman behind the counter looks up. “Can I help you?”
