Page 225 of Romeo

Me: Dinner. Coffee. Whatever.

Jasper: A place to enjoy the quiet.

Me: You remembered.

Jasper: I remember everything you tell me.

My smile faded into something softer.

He did.

That was one of the things about Jasper I still wasn’t completely used to. I could mention something once, buried inside a conversation about ten other things, and weeks later he would remember it. Not only the big things. Sometimes especially not the big things.

The way I drank my coffee.

The name of my biology teacher.

The fact that I hated raisins in oatmeal but liked them in cookies.

Things nobody needed to remember.

He did anyway.

Me: Yes, quiet on the back porch.

Jasper: Better.

Me: And a yard.

Jasper: How much yard?

Me: Enough that I can’t see directly into the neighbor’s house.

Jasper: That can be arranged.

I narrowed my eyes at the screen.

Me: You sound very confident for someone who does not own this imaginary house.

Jasper: Who said I didn’t?

My stomach fluttered.

Me: Jasper.

Jasper: Fiona.

Me: What are you doing?

Jasper: Talking about a house.

Me: Very funny

Jasper: I thought so.

Me: You know what I mean.

This time he took longer.