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I rolled my eyes and went to the sink to brush my teeth. I pretended to be distracted with the stars outside while they spoke.
“What’s up, Jonah?” Bridget coolly replied, though I could tell she was affected by how well he’d cleaned up.
“Nothin’ much. Whatcha doin’?” he asked, sitting on the banquette, a cushion between them.
“Oh, just watching a little TV. Same old, same old,” she offered with a smile, but her eyes lingered a little too long on his face.
“Great,” I mumbled around my toothbrush. I rinsed and spit. “I’ll be right out, Jonah,” I said.
I entered the bedroom, and I use that term loosely, of the trailer and shut the accordion doors separating me from the living area. I picked out a few casual things—a pair of worn jeans and a worn button-up. I shook my head at the choices I had. Thinking back on how I used to dress just made me depressed. I still had those things with me, but I couldn’t sport an Armani in this town or I’d call some serious attention to myself, which was the last thing I wanted to do. As I dressed, I listened to Jonah and Bridget talk.
“You look very nice, Jonah,” Bridget offered.
I rolled my eyes.
“Really?” he asked, and I could just imagine his face blowing up a bright red.
“Yes, very handsome.”
“Thank you, Bridget. You look very nice too.”
To this, Bridget laughed loudly. “How would you know, silly! I’m covered in this blanket.”
There was a slight pause before he answered as if he was working up the nerve to say something. Don’t do it. Don’t do it.
“I don’t have to see what you’re wearing to know you look nice, Bridget.”
A longer pause and my hands found my face then dragged painfully slowly down.
“Th-thank you, Jonah. I think that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
I couldn’t take it anymore, so I tucked the accordion doors back.
“Ready?” I asked him.
Jonah appeared startled by my sudden appearance and stood too quickly, bumping his head on the ceiling of the trailer, inciting a giggle from Bridget.
“Sorry,” Jonah said, his face bright red.
“Come on,” I said, practically shoving him out the door.
“Wait,” he said, turning around, “are you not coming, Bridge?”
“Uh, no,” she said, standing herself. “I,” she sighed, “well, I thought it would be weird if I went.”
“What?” he asked, outraged. “Why?”
“Because, well, you know,” she said glancing down at her belly.
“You can’t even tell, Bridget, and no one with us is gonna feel any differently about you,” he said to her quietly before pausing. Then he said, “Trust me,” and all the anxiety on her face melted.
“Oh, um, okay. I’d love to go then.”
She peered her head around Jonah. “Mind waiting just a second?” she asked.
“Of course not,” I said, leaning against the door and gesturing toward the bedroom.
She ran back, giddy, and closed the doors. I watched Jonah and he had a shit-eating grin on his face. He looked over at me and the grin dropped. He swallowed hard before turning to sit on the banquette. I sat across from him and only had to raise a single brow. Jonah eyes popped wide and he began to squirm, fiddling with the cap in his hand, wringing it over and over.
