Page 14 of Three for a Girl

“It was more a get-to-know-you session. Obviously, she already knows everything about me, it’s fully accessible. Canster times and all that.”

Romeo tightened his face.

“She did say something, though, something I’m to repeat to myself when I need to.”

“And what’s that?”

“I’m in the grey.”

Romeo frowned, mouthing ‘what the fuck’.

“I’m in the grey.” Chad repeated. “And that’s okay.”

“How much is she charging you? Did she earn her PhD making up rhymes? Let me try.”

“Please don’t.”

“If I make you laugh, you’re cured, right?”

Chad groaned, “I’m too tired to laugh.”

“Challenge accepted. I am red, but not yet dead.”

“I think that’s pretty accurate.”

“Tough crowd. How about … I’m a brick, suck my dick.”

Chad pressed his lips together and scrunching his face up tight, but the laugh still escaped.

“I win.” Romeo said.

Chad’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

“Don’t you dare—no phones at the table.”

“It might be important.” Chad said, peeking a look. “Apparently my package is scheduled to be delivered tomorrow…”

“Great.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a cabin bed, wardrobe, desk, and chest of drawers underneath.”

Chad snorted. “Why the hell do we need that?”

“We don’tneedany of it, but it keeps me busy. The reviews said the instructions were awful, that’s why I bought it. It should keep me occupied.”

“What are we gonna do with all these deliveries when I go back to work?”

“The delivery guy will have to leave them outside the door.”

“I don’t want him snooping about. He already looks at me funny.”

“That’s because you’re clearly addicted to flat-pack furniture.” Romeo winked. “Maybe you should seek help.”

“Like a therapist?”

“Yeah, you can tell her about it, she’ll come up with a rhyme to help you out. Addicted to wood, tastes too good? Splinter in your cock, might make you stop.”

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