“Oh, right. Here you go.”
Twenty minutes later, I can’t put him off anymore.
“What’s so important?” I ask, meeting Mark in a booth where my tables can’t see me sitting on the clock. I cross my arms across my chest and stare at him as I wait for his reply.
He leans forward, like he just can’t wait to tell me his news.
“We need to figure out a time that works to move your things into my house. It has five bedrooms and it’s only a few blocks from the college and you can have your own room and I think—”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, did I miss the conversation where we agreed to move in with each other?”
Is he crazy?
“I was thinking we should. Don’t you?”
“Nooooo. No, no, no. Definitely not.”
Yep. He’s crazy.
“Well, you can’t keep living in the dorms. This baby will be here a month after graduation. We need to set up a baby room, and babyproof stuff. If we wait till after graduation to move out, we will be cutting it close.”
I nod.
“I’m way ahead of you there. I moved out over Christmas break.”
“What? Where to?”
“To June’s apartment.”
He sits back in the booth and drops his hands to his sides.
“I didn’t know that.”
“I know. That’s why I’m telling you.”
He closes his eyes, something I learned last semester means he’s focusing on thinking before he speaks.
“Look, I know you said we don’t need to tell each other everything, but big things, like where we live, I think those are worthy of sharing, don’t you?”
“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”
“Well, it is. Christmas break, Sydney? That was weeks ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot I was supposed to text you that I moved while you were in Mexico trying to win your ex-girlfriend back.”
He cringes.
“Look, I’m not trying to make you feel bad, but if you’re going to sit here and tell me that I need to get my priorities straight, then it should work both ways, and priority number one is this baby.”
A smile tugs at his lips.
“What?” I roll my eyes.
Even when I’m annoyed with him, his smile could make anyone return the expression.
He shakes his head. “Nothing.”
Right.
