“Got plans?”
“I’m meeting Seth.” I walk over to hug her and smack a kiss on the top of her head.
“How is Seth?” she asks, following me into the hallway.
“He’s good.”
“Is he seeing someone?”
“Nope.”
“It’s a damn shame. Cute face like his?” She clicks her tongue. “Helpful too,” she adds, side-eyeing me as if I didn’t just clean the dishes. I roll my eyes.
“Alright. You go have fun. Tell Seth to get over here soon so I can cook him a real meal.”
My phone pings with a text as I walk out the door.
Sethele
Can you buy me cherry ropes?
Me
At the store?
Sethele
…
Me
Fine
Also, my mom wants to feed you
Sethele
Why'd you have to make it sound dirty?
Me
Dude
That's in your head
Sethele
Sorry, you're breaking up. You wanna give me head?
I snort and shoot him the flipping off emoji.
“I just don’t get why everyone’s getting married now?” I say, hitting the buttons on the PlayStation controller. “Are we supposed to wear face masks at the reception? Keeping a six feet distance on the dance floor?”
“You dance?” Seth asks, dribbling past a player, heading for the goal.
“You know what I mean,” I mumble. “Like, I get that people wanna get married…” I dribble past one of his players, and score.
“Yeah, like for financial benefits.”
