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His phone buzzed with a text message.
Iris: What’s wrong?
Kane: What do you mean?
Iris: My spirit guides just told me something’s wrong with you. Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?
Kane: Wow, that’s…trippy.
Iris: Sorry, am I intruding? It kind of comes with the territory with me. I forgot to explain that. Once you’re my friend, I can’t help but look out for you.
Kane looked at his phone for a moment, measuring the pros and cons of telling Iris why he was bummed out. However, she was a woman who understood betrayal. He might as well talk to someone about it.
Kane: My ex just got married. A friend told me and sent me a photo.
Iris: Oof. Already? That seems…
Kane: Fast? Rude? Annoying? Yes, all of those things.
Iris: What did she wear?
Kane: What do you mean, what did she wear? A simple white dress. And white flowers. And white everything.
Iris: Yawn.
Kane cracked up and leaned back against the couch, Iris’s comment loosening a knot in his chest.
Kane: Not an all-white girl, are ya?
Iris: Not likely, no. Maybe I would be…if I could wear my purple boots. They complete me in ways that nobody has before.
Kane: Should I be jealous of a pair of boots?
Iris: You should be. They’re really excellent boots. They support me, make me smile, are comfortable to be with, and make me feel pretty. You know what? I think I’m in a relationship with my boots.
Kane’s lips quirked. The tension that had formed in his stomach eased and he relaxed into the cushions, kicking his feet up on the couch.
Kane: Tell me more. **Heavy breathing.**
Iris: Oooh, does the man have a thing for leather? Or is it the shoes…wait, is it a foot thing? Are you a foot guy? Can I sell you photos of my feet? Maybe that’s a new career path that I’ve yet to explore. Hmm…
Kane: I hear those models get shoes purchased by their admirers. I bet you’d get all the boots you wanted.
Iris: And cheat on my purple boots? What kind of woman do you think I am?!
Kane: You’re right, you’re right. My apologies. I should know better.
Iris: Do you need to go for a drink or something? Cry on my shoulder? Hit on women? I’m a great wingwoman. Tell me what you need.
Kane considered it for a moment but realized his long hours of creating plus the news of Alison’s marriage had left him drained. He wanted nothing more than to pull the throw blanket over his head and take a long nap.
Kane: I’m good. I have a date with my couch.
Iris: Oohhh, you’re also dating an inanimate object. I like that about you, Kane.
Kane snickered, appreciating her wicked sense of humor.
Kane: Thanks, though. Seriously. I feel better. Catch up with you later.
