“I never—” she sighs. “Never mind.”
I laugh.
I get up and start putting the dishes in the sink. Chores aren’t on me today, but risotto is horrible to clean.
I know from experience because my mom would always make me and my brother clean up and not to toot my own horn or anything, but I got pretty good at it, and fast.
I see Tilly walk in from the corner of my eye and smile.
“You know, when you laugh at a girl, you automatically become part of a girl problem, right?”
“Huh?”
“Just saying, you can’t just laugh and walk out of the room.”
“I’m sorry if I find your catfights amusing.”
She takes the rinsed dishes I hand her and starts loading them into the dishwasher.
“You think fighting over looking pretty is amusing?”
“I don’t know. I’m not a girl.” I shrug.
“Not a gentleman either.” She huffs. I snicker, because clearly I have some kind of death wish.
I’m right when Tilly sends me a death glare.
“I really wish looks could do harm right now. I’d cut your throat.”
“You know you love me.” I tease.
“Apologize, douchebag.” She punches me in the shoulder, and I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t hurt.
“I’m sorry,” I say solemnly, trying to hide my smile. “Happy?”
“Very.” She smiles.
“Don’t you have anything to say?”
“Am I supposed to?”
I look at her in disbelief. “That punch hurt.”
“Aw, did I hurt you?” she mocks. “You’ll survive.”
“I hate you.”
“Right back at ya.”
***
Of course, Tilly and I finish changing first. The whole group agreed to wait for each other outside the changing rooms, and we were the first ones done.
“You are so dead, Rossi.”
“Are you planning on drowning me, T?”
“Maybe…” She looks way too excited at the idea.
