Page 78 of Petals and Plot Twists
Not yet. I was up on the roof uncovering the flowers.
Peter
Eat! Before they get cold. And be sure to use lime. You always forget and then complain when you remember after your taco is already gone.
I grin at my phone. He really does know me so well.
Sophie
Thank you for feeding me.
You should come back and get your groceries. You left a lot here.
Peter
If I take my groceries, you’ll have nothing to eat. Plus, I'm leaving on Monday morning.
My heart pinches painfully at the thought of Peter leaving, flying to Charlotte to try on a new job. A new life. A life that wouldn’t have me in it. At least not like his life now.
Sophie
I guess that’s true.
How are your lights?
Peter
I don’t want to jinx it by making an observation out loud.
Sophie
Texting is considered out loud?
Peter
Inside The Serendipity? Absolutely.
Sophie
I love that we talk about our building like it has a personality.
Peter
It does have a personality. And strong opinions.
Sophie
True.
Peter
Go eat your tacos, Sophie.
The text exchange goes a long way to easing the discomfort and uncertainty that’s been dogging me all afternoon. So I do eat my tacos. And they’re the best ones I’ve eaten in a very long time.
On Monday morning, my boss sends over a proposal request for a new commercial complex on the other side of town. It’s normally the kind of thing that would make me grumble and groan. Boring parking lots. Minimal green space. But this week, I’m happy to have anything to focus on that isn’t my very confusing love life, so I pour myself into the project and finish it in record time. My boss gave me until Friday, but he’s got a fully workable proposal on his desk by Tuesday afternoon.
I am in desperate need of a shower, I haven’t seen actual sunshine in thirty-six hours, and five of my last six meals have all been takeout, but I’m still calling it a win.
