Page 13 of The Billionaire's Fake Wife
Right! I drop the phone into the bag, then for good measure zip my bag shut.
"Vanilla or chocolate?" I cross the floor to the tiny refrigerator, pull open the door of the freezer.
"Is that a trick question?"
"Yeah. No."
"Do I have a choice?" She returns to the settee.
"Nope." I chuckle, pull out the carton of vanilla ice-cream. "I did the shopping so..."
Karma sinks into the sofa, "Your tastes are boringly predictable."
"Yeah, well, I coulda been somebody,instead of a bum, which is what I am." I grab the carton of ice cream, straighten.
She blinks. "Is that from On the Waterfront?"
I chuckle. "You've been paying attention to my trivia quiz emails, huh?"
“Bet you can't guess which movie this is from? She flips her hair over her shoulder. “Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”
I pull out two plastic spoons, then join her.
"Too easy." I scoop up some ice cream, "10 things I Hate About You."
Her face breaks into a smile.
Strange word games the two of us have. Spouting dialogues and having the other person guess the film it originated from is one. Words don’t cost, and they comfort. We can use them to weave a world in which we are safe, away from the nightmares that haunt our lives.
"My turn." I pass the carton to her. "Gotta celebrate the Now. Live in the moment."
She licks the ice-cream from her spoon, scoops up more. Her forehead scrunches.
"Give up?" I snatch the ice cream carton from her.
She frowns, "Okay, which is that from?"
I snicker. "None, that was all moi." I lick the remaining ice cream from my spoon.
She grabs at the carton, then peers into it. "Gah! Not fair, you finished it."
I chortle, "See, you shouldn't underestimate me." I hand the empty carton to her. "Now shoo, I need to work on the deck for tomorrow's meeting.
"Brilliant!" She brightens, "I have the right set of clothes for you."
