assumed.” Seamus looks down at the floor again, as if he’s a bad puppy who just wet the carpet.
“Back to where you live,” I redirect, as I realize Seamus is going to put my groceries away if I don’t intervene. “Don’t even think about reorganizing my kitchen. Both of you, on the other side of the marble island.”
Seamus seems uncomfortable just standing there. His fingers twitch like he really needs to stay busy. Aaron must sense it because he says, “I’ll let you know my plans for the rest of the evening.”
Seamus seems to relax at the prospect of leaving my apartment.
The clock on my stove advertises it’s a little after one-thirty in the morning. I think I’d like Aaron to stay the night, or would I? Deciding to just let the night play out as it should, I turn my back to them and begin putting up the groceries, which are enough to feed a family of four.
After my front door closes, Aaron says, “My office is in Austin. I live just outside of the city.”
“Lucky Charms cereal with marshmallows? Really? I can donate it to the food bank.” I set the red box with the goofy-looking leprechaun doing a jig to the side.
“That’s mine. I eat it every morning for breakfast.” He snatches the box and holds it to his chest.
I could easily comment on the high sugar content or make fun of him for eating such childish food, but I don’t. Instead, I snatch the box from him and shove it into the cabinet next to my sink as a silly smile cracks my cheeks. Breakfast cereal means he’s staying to eat it.
When I turn around, he’s leaned on my counter with his arms crossed over his chest, looking very pleased with himself. “Can I be an overnight guest?”
“Since it’s closer to morning than night, I guess so.” I turn around before I can see his reaction.
I hear him typing on his phone while I put the rest of his food away. I find a bag of Zapp’s Potato Chips and open it. I didn’t know the whole world didn’t have access to these yummies until I was an adult.
After my island is cleared, I realize I don’t have enough room for the four boxes of Minion-Shaped Kraft Marconi and Cheese, two boxes of cherry-flavored Pop Tarts, the extra bottle of organic ketchup (because he already eats so clean that he couldn’t possibly soil his body with non-organic tomatoes), the jar of smooth peanut butter, the jar of olives, and the extra-large bag of mint chocolate M&M’s. “I’m tapped for space. You want to take these back home with you? By the way, where are you staying?”
“About three blocks that way.” He points west, I think, but I have no sense of direction. “My company owns a home here.”
I begin bagging up the items.
“I don’t want to take them.” He pushes the bags towards me.
“Okay. Well, I’m out of room, and I don’t like things cluttering my counters.” I grab the bag of chips and shove two in my mouth.
“I want a chip.” He reaches across the marble for them but I snatch the bag back.
“No!” I stomp my foot and look to the ceiling for divine guidance. “Quit distracting me. What do I do with all of this extra food which doesn’t have a place because you had your PA shop for four people instead of one?”
He smiles, and his eyes sparkle with delight. “Two.” He holds up two fingers.
“What?” I ask, crinkling my forehead, placing a hand on my hip.
“I had Seamus shop for two people.”
He walks around the counter and before I can anticipate his actions, I’m thrown over his shoulder, and he slaps my behind as he carries me back into the bedroom.
“Put me down,” I demand as I laugh like a crazy person.
“No. I’m distracting you, Mary Kay Landry, who doesn’t listen to ACE and eats Zapp’s Potato Chips but thinks I’m the hottest rocker who’s ever lived.”
I’m tossed on the bed like a bag of rice and I screech with delight. Deadpan, I say, “I don’t think you’re the hottest rocker who has ever lived. That title goes
“Back to where you live,” I redirect, as I realize Seamus is going to put my groceries away if I don’t intervene. “Don’t even think about reorganizing my kitchen. Both of you, on the other side of the marble island.”
Seamus seems uncomfortable just standing there. His fingers twitch like he really needs to stay busy. Aaron must sense it because he says, “I’ll let you know my plans for the rest of the evening.”
Seamus seems to relax at the prospect of leaving my apartment.
The clock on my stove advertises it’s a little after one-thirty in the morning. I think I’d like Aaron to stay the night, or would I? Deciding to just let the night play out as it should, I turn my back to them and begin putting up the groceries, which are enough to feed a family of four.
After my front door closes, Aaron says, “My office is in Austin. I live just outside of the city.”
“Lucky Charms cereal with marshmallows? Really? I can donate it to the food bank.” I set the red box with the goofy-looking leprechaun doing a jig to the side.
“That’s mine. I eat it every morning for breakfast.” He snatches the box and holds it to his chest.
I could easily comment on the high sugar content or make fun of him for eating such childish food, but I don’t. Instead, I snatch the box from him and shove it into the cabinet next to my sink as a silly smile cracks my cheeks. Breakfast cereal means he’s staying to eat it.
When I turn around, he’s leaned on my counter with his arms crossed over his chest, looking very pleased with himself. “Can I be an overnight guest?”
“Since it’s closer to morning than night, I guess so.” I turn around before I can see his reaction.
I hear him typing on his phone while I put the rest of his food away. I find a bag of Zapp’s Potato Chips and open it. I didn’t know the whole world didn’t have access to these yummies until I was an adult.
After my island is cleared, I realize I don’t have enough room for the four boxes of Minion-Shaped Kraft Marconi and Cheese, two boxes of cherry-flavored Pop Tarts, the extra bottle of organic ketchup (because he already eats so clean that he couldn’t possibly soil his body with non-organic tomatoes), the jar of smooth peanut butter, the jar of olives, and the extra-large bag of mint chocolate M&M’s. “I’m tapped for space. You want to take these back home with you? By the way, where are you staying?”
“About three blocks that way.” He points west, I think, but I have no sense of direction. “My company owns a home here.”
I begin bagging up the items.
“I don’t want to take them.” He pushes the bags towards me.
“Okay. Well, I’m out of room, and I don’t like things cluttering my counters.” I grab the bag of chips and shove two in my mouth.
“I want a chip.” He reaches across the marble for them but I snatch the bag back.
“No!” I stomp my foot and look to the ceiling for divine guidance. “Quit distracting me. What do I do with all of this extra food which doesn’t have a place because you had your PA shop for four people instead of one?”
He smiles, and his eyes sparkle with delight. “Two.” He holds up two fingers.
“What?” I ask, crinkling my forehead, placing a hand on my hip.
“I had Seamus shop for two people.”
He walks around the counter and before I can anticipate his actions, I’m thrown over his shoulder, and he slaps my behind as he carries me back into the bedroom.
“Put me down,” I demand as I laugh like a crazy person.
“No. I’m distracting you, Mary Kay Landry, who doesn’t listen to ACE and eats Zapp’s Potato Chips but thinks I’m the hottest rocker who’s ever lived.”
I’m tossed on the bed like a bag of rice and I screech with delight. Deadpan, I say, “I don’t think you’re the hottest rocker who has ever lived. That title goes
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