Page 73 of Girls Will Be Girls
Well I can’t play. I haven’t even settled on an outfit yet.
Lou (fiancé):
Is this your subtle way of telling me you’re naked right now?
Louisa:
That is not picnic-appropriate conversation
Lou (fiancé):
Come get ready over here
Louisa:
Is this your subtle way of inviting me over while I’m naked?
Lou (fiancé):
I’ll close my eyes, I promise. Don’t make me twiddle my thumbs for an hour.
Louisa:
Fine. Come over. BUT eyes closed, mister.
Lou (fiancé):
Yes ma’am
He’s already knocking on my door before my robe is even tied around my waist. His jingle-like knock is very him. Like an eager puppy.
I open the door. “So fast.”
He’s holding his non-knocking hand over his eyes. “What can I say?” He shrugs, his grin peeking through.
I can’t help but make the most of his eyes being covered, my own eyes wandering. He shaved, his messy stubble gone. He smells so fresh, so inviting. He’s wearing a crisp mossy greenlinen shirt with the top buttons open casually, and his dark shorts show off his perfectly tan and muscled legs. How is it fair that he has such a nice tan all over when this is the first time I’ve even seen him in shorts?
I clear my throat, snapping out of my fantasies. “You can open your eyes. I’m covered.”
He drops his hand and looks me over quickly. “So fast.”
I gesture for him to come in, and then I close the door behind him, watching as he walks into my space. He’s studying it like his isn’t identical next door. His fingers graze over the edge of the armchair before he reaches the middle of the living room and taps those same fingers on my open notebook on the coffee table like he wanted to read it but didn’t. Then I see his eyes catch on the colorful trinket bowl I made, his smile lifting into a knowing smirk.
“It’s really good. Definitely a trinket bowl.”
I roll my eyes as he laughs.
“Want a drink?” I ask from the kitchen.
He turns back to me. “I’m good.” He smiles.
“Get comfortable, wherever.” I gesture at the general vicinity of the couch. “I’ll be upstairs, so talk loud.”
I shuffle up the laddered stairs, trying to be as graceful as I can, feeling his eyes on me. Thankfully, the mezzanine is big enough that he can’t see past the front, so I don’t have to awkwardly crouch to get changed.
“What you been up to today?” Lou asks loudly. “Something to make me jealous of your job, no doubt?”
“Mm, it was a good day.” I take a white summer dress out of my closet and loop the hanger over my head, holding it against me. “I did some food reccy today. Tried a few different places I could dot into the articles.”
