“Did Ineedpoints with her?”
“No, but it doesn’t hurt.”
“Because it matters to you what she thinks of me.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“It would be a bad thing if youdidn’tcare what she thought of me,” I answered. “She’s the mother of your child, and I’ve never heard you say a bad thing about her. She’s gonna be in your life, andI’mgoing to be in your life, so… it’s important that we can all get along.”
“I agree. I don’t think that’s going to be an issue, since like I said – she likes you.”
“She doesn’t know me.”
“She likes what she knowsof you.”
I shook my head. “I… guess we’ll see tomorrow.”
“We definitely will,” he said. “Ay, did you ever eat anything for dinner? You didn’t mention it again…”
Shit.
I had declined Tristan’s offer earlier in the evening to have something delivered with the promise I would take care of myself. Truthfully, I’d gotten too distracted with work, and forgot.
So… no.
I hadnothad dinner.
“Baby, comeon,” he scolded. “You keep getting all wrapped up in those candles, you’re gonna end up passing out. Breathing in all those fumes without eating…”
“Fumes?” I laughed. “That’s a stretch.”
“After you’ve complained about being lightheaded from being in your workroom for hours and hours? I don’t think so.”
“Who asked you anyway?”
“Iasked me,” he chuckled. “And I’m gonna ask again, do you need me to send you something?”
“No, I’ve got it – for real this time,” I assured. “I’m gonna take this recycling out back, then I’m done in the workshop for the day, and I can eat the rest of my big ass salad from lunch.”
“You’re definitely gonna do that?”
“I swear,” I giggled, bending to push the pile of disassembled boxes into a stack that would be easier for me to carry out. “I’ll call you back after.”
“Aiight. Talk to you in a few.”
“Bye.”
I slipped the phone into my pocket and gathered the boxes, tucking them under one arm so I could get the door. It was awkward, but I still managed, taking a deep breath of the late spring air as I stepped out.
And immediately regretting it.
The little bit of coolness it used to carry was gone, replaced by the mugginess usually reserved for summer. Because of that, I didn’t linger in the semi-darkness, using the glow of the “safety lighting” that lined the back alley to guide me to the bright blue dumpster.
“One trip down,” I mumbled to myself as I dropped the boxes inside. “Ah!” I screamed when I turned around, startled to find someone blocking my path.
Nya.
“Excuse me…” I muttered, stepping around her, but not thinking much of it… until she moved to getbackin my face.