“Thanks for coming tonight,” I say softly.
He swallows. Nods. Moves not a fraction of an inch more.
I get in my car, watching him stand there motionless in my rearview mirror. Reed might not be a gargoyle, but I sure managed to turn him to stone. I smile to myself as I pull away.
Maybe we both need practice.
text thread
Rose: Operation Grump seems to be working
Rose: Cat-Reed came into the living room today
Rose: He only stared at me for half an hour, but it’s progress
Reed: Does that make me man-Reed?
Rose: Obviously
Rose: I need tips on how to be even grumpier so he’ll love me quicker
Reed: That’s sunshine talk
Rose: Ugh, you’re right
Rose: I can pretend he doesn’t exist
Rose: I don’t even want to stroke his soft fur
Rose: I can’t be bothered to boop his little nose
Rose: I wouldn’t even like it if he curled up next to me in bed
Reed: You’re resisting like a champ
Reed: What did you do on your day off?
Rose: I worked on a diamond painting craft while I binged a documentary series about a guy learning how to live life to the fullest
Reed: Good documentary?
Rose: Oh, yeah. All about taking risks and having adventures and living your best life
Reed: Who is the guy?
Rose: Chris Hemsworth
Reed: I’m sorry I asked
Reed: Where did you put your stained glass window pane?
Rose: In my bedroom with the rest of my trinkets
Rose: It actually turned out really pretty
Rose: Makes the room glow
Rose: Where’s yours?
