“So, you’re keeping them?”
“For now. That experience isn’t the norm for me.”
“Okay, well, let me know if you change your mind, if you need something from me, or if you just want to talk. I’ve got your back, bae.”
“I know you do. What are you getting into after work?” I asked.
“Nothing much. Just going home to watch a movie.”
“Why don’t you come to my place and watch one instead?” I suggested.
“I can do that.”
“Pack a bag so that you can spend the night. You can either meet me there after work tonight, or I can come and pick you up. You know I don’t like you driving around all night long or late at night, but I respect your desire for independence. Just let me know what you want to do.”
“I’d rather drive over.”
“Well, I’ll follow you to your place after we leave our shops this evening, and you can follow me back to my place.”
“That’s a great idea. I’ll do that, bae.”
We finished our meal, I walked her back to the bakery, and I kissed her goodbye until later.
We ordered pizza, and she had wine with hers while I drank beer with mine. She had some murder mystery on that I wasn’t paying much attention to. Halfway through the show, she noticed it and called me out on it.
“Bae, are you even paying attention?” she asked with a whine.
“Honestly?”
“I don’t want anything else from you.”
“Your answer is no.”
“Why not?”
“Babe, I’m not really into this stuff.”
“So, you just humor me?”
“I just want to be with you, babe. It doesn’t matter what’s on TV. As long as I’m under you, I’m happy.”
“I love mysteries, crime shows, and podcasts. They’re trending now. What don’t you like about them?” she asked as if it were impossible to feel any other way than what she felt.
“First, I don’t have time to look at crime shows. The way I see it, there’s enough going on in the real world without me feeding into the hype and the fantasy. Second, they’re depressing. I love to laugh and have a good time. So, if it’s not sports, I’d rather be watching any type of good comedy any day.”
“Even romcom?”
“Yeah,” I replied, bobbing my head slowly with a little smirk. “I can do a good romcom.”
“Name one that you’ve watched,” she challenged disbelievingly.
“Ticket to ParadiseandAnyone but You.Old School?While You Were Sleeping, Maid in Manhattan, The Parent Trap, Wedding Season,and a few others.”
“I can’t believe you like romcoms. You don’t seem like the type.”
“Why do I have to be a type? Why do I have to fit into a box, sweetness?”
“I don’t know. It’s just different is all.”
