“Same,” she says. “Do you want to watch a movie tonight?”
I nod. “Should I cook us dinner?”
“I was planning on some chicken and veggies.”
I nod. “Okay. Next time I’m at the store, I’ll buy more chicken.”
She grins. “Eggs too.”
“And stuff for cookies tomorrow. Should I make chocolate chip cookies? Oh, you know what’s really good? Brownie cookies.”
“That sounds good. Yeah, whichever you want.”
“I’m craving sugar.”
She says, “Drink more water.”
I stand up and roll the yoga mat. “On it.” I place the mat against the wall, and then I walk to the kitchen and drink a cup of water.
She walks over and opens the fridge. “Have you talked to your ex since you guys broke up?”
I shake my head. “No. Not at all.”
“Are you okay?” she asks carefully, closing the fridge.
I nod. “Yeah. I am.”
“How long were you with him?”
“Two years,” I say.
“Wow.”
“Yeah, they flew by.”
“So, since high school?” she asks.
I shake my head. “No, freshman year of college. Almost right away.” We’re quiet for a moment while she drinks water. “Are you in a relationship?”
She places the glass down and shakes her head. “No. I highly doubt I’ll find my husband in college.”
I smile, imagining the statistics on that are pretty low. “Do you have a type?”
She leans against the counter. “My type?” she questions. “Tall. Kind. Considerate. Handsome. Ambitious.” She thinks to herself. “Healthy. Funny.” She smiles at me. “What’s yours?”
I raise my brows and tilt my chin. “I was going to say hot.” I widen my eyes playfully.
She chuckles. “I know. I know. I’m so picky.”
I shrug. “I don’t have a type,” I admit. I stare at nothing for a moment, thinking about Blue. Is it possible that my type is literally one person?
“Are you thinking about your ex?” she asks.
I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and shake my head.
“Oh, the Halloween party?” She gives me a knowing smile. “I always thought Blue was good-looking.”
I inhale, imagining how many other girls have thought the same thing.
