“That’s all?”
“What else would it be?”
“Nothing.”
“Very convincing.”
She came around the counter.
I held my ground, though the edge of the counter was behind me and retreat would have been physically complicated.
“You’re nervous,” she said.
“I’m not nervous.”
“You alphabetized the cheese.”
“I did not.”
Ellie looked at the board.
“Brie. Cheddar. Gouda.”
“That’s a coincidence.”
“Annie.”
I laughed, finally giving up.
“A little.”
“About dinner?”
“About the entire situation.”
“What situation?”
“You being here.”
Her expression softened.
“We can just eat.”
“I know.”
“And drink wine.”
“I know.”
“And discuss your deeply troubling relationship with vacation grocery stores.”
“I would prefer not to.”
“We can watch a movie.”
“I don’t know what movies you like.”
“I like most movies.”
