I reach for your hand on the car ride home. “I’m so glad we finally had the chance to get away for a few days,” I sigh contentedly. You lift your hand momentarily from the stick shift to give my fingers a squeeze. “You deserved it babe,” you say softly.
I smile and turn my face out my window to watch the lights pass by. Turning back to you, I blurt out, “Ana is already quite the looker eh?” I suggestively push at your leg, sure that you’ve noticed too. Your brow furrows as you ask “Who?”
I can’t decide to laugh or sigh at your usual obliviousness. “The housesitter!” I cry. “She’s hot! And she definitely has a crush on you bub.” You glance over at me, eyebrows raised above your glasses now. “She does?” you ask in clear shock. I roll my eyes at your expression. “Uhh-yeah,” I respond. “Really I don’t even know why I let you drive her home…wait, no actually I do,” I laugh again, in love with your obliviousness.
“Well, I…I,” you start. I laugh again. “You are too much old man,” I tease, giving your knee another squeeze. “I just…couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she is becoming…”