ME: I like you more today too.
NOAH: Is that possible? You already know me.
ME: There is always more.
The typing indicator remained for several seconds.
NOAH: That was smooth.
ME: Accidental.
NOAH: Still counts.
I put the phone away before Caleb could read my face.
It was too late.
“You’re doing the old smile,” he said.
“What old smile?”
“The one from when Noah first started here.”
“I did not have a smile.”
“You walked into equipment.”
“That happened once.”
“Three times.”
Owen joined us.
“Should we lock them in the loft again?”
“No.”
Caleb looked thoughtful.
“The green lamp still works.”
I pointed toward the ferry cable.
“Both of you have jobs.”
They laughed.
By six, I had completed enough work to leave without guilt.
Almost enough.
The apartment lights glowed above the yard.
When I opened the door, I heard water running in the bathroom.
The powered chair stood beside the couch.
Noah came into the hallway on foot.
