"Anything?" she said.
"Anything."
"Ice skating."
"Done."
"The Rockefeller tree."
"Obviously."
"That Thai place on Smith Street that Mum liked."
He stopped for just a fraction of a second. "Yes," he said. "That too."
Mia looked at her phone. Then at him.
"She took me there last week," she said. "Aunt Elizabeth. She said Mum used to get the same thing every time and she wanted to see if I liked it too." She flashes a small smile. "I did."
"Of course you did," Darcy said.
They were quiet for a moment, the ease with which she had forgiven him settling between them, uncomplicated in a way he was not accustomed to.
"She is good for you," Mia said, breaking the silence. "Aunt Elizabeth. I heard you guys’ conversation even though I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”
Darcy eyes widened “you were spying on us?”
“I wasn’t.” she smiled, “Moreso, aunty Elizabeth is always a bit loud when she is emotional.”
“I know right.”
“Her heart is in the right place for you,” Mia said, “even when she's being difficult."
"She is not difficult," Darcy said.
Mia looked at him.
"She is occasionally difficult," he conceded.
"She is stubborn," Mia said. "But she would do anything for us. You know that, right? Even when she is being a headache."
"I know that," he said. "
Mia regarded him briefly, as if giving room for their words to settle before continuing.
"Thank God you people spoke today." she said. "This past week you have been —" She made a vague gesture that somehow communicated everything. "Cozy. Friendly. It has been noticeably different."
Darcy looked at her.
“Are you guys getting back together?”
Something moved across his face. Not quite a smile. The territory just before one.
"You would have to ask your Aunt Elizabeth," he said.
Mia narrowed her eyes. "That is not a denial."
"It is not an answer either."
