Page 153 of Gym Bros
How do you know?
Samuel
Why don’t you let me worry about it, angel. Have you checked in with Rachel and Pri? What are they up to today?
Fucking perfect, stupid man.Ugh. I hate myself for falling for him so hard.
Me
Siva misses me. We might just take a lot of naps.
Samuel
You can bring her over, you know? I don’t think Beauty’s gonna eat her.
Me
You can bring Beauty over too.
The truth is we stay at his place most nights because it’s closer to his gym. Not just because of his dog.
Me
Do you have to fight more than once today?
Samuel
Fuck no. I promise this sport isn’t half as crazy as you think.
Me
Ohokay.
Samuel
I love you. Go do something fun. I’ll see you tonight around nine. Just tell me where to show up.
Me
I love you too. DON’T break a leg.
Samuel
I do take a nap with Siva, but only for about forty-five minutes, and then I text Rachel. She and Priya live together, and they’re just getting up and moving, but they offer to come over once they pull themselves together.
I accept. It gives me a reason to shower and straighten up. It also gives me a reason to make Bellinis.
I order some pastries and cut fruit for delivery, figuring the food will show up before the girls do, and I’m right, but they surprise me by being right behind it.
It’s just now occurring to me I don’t really want to talk to Rachel since her little lecture at the bar two weekends ago, but surely she won’t bring it up again today of all days.
I’ll just get them talking about whatever they got up to last night, and hopefully we’ll all be buzzed enough that whatever anyone says won’t be as annoying.
Priya gets to me first and gives me a very nice hug. “Hanging in there?”
“Yeah,” I tell her. It’s just past noon, and I’ve taste-tested the Bellinis thoroughly, so I’m doing okay.
Neither one of them is wearing their usual Saturday hangover clothes. Rachel has on high-waisted jeans over stiletto boots with a red spandex top. Her hair and makeup are done. She’s even wearing jewelry. I look back at Priya and notice she’salso done up for a public appearance. “I didn’t realize you thought I was inviting you out. I made Bellinis.”
