Adam | Short Story

Part Nine

Lyla and I get our nails done the following week. We also go to lunch and I share some of my wedding hacks. She takes so many notes on her iBand that it makes me feel like it was almost worth it—actually, scratch that. Paxton can choke on his own vomit and die for what he did to me.

Later that evening, I feed Scarlet some blueberries and make a light dinner. I'm in the middle of watching a classic rom-com movie when Blue calls.

He's only called me twice before. Once, it was by accident and he regretted to inform me that he had no news on Adam. The second time he called to say that the specialists were finding several problems with Adam and it would probably take longer than usual. That was two weeks ago.

This call tonight makes the third.

I answer, but stay out of vid-mode since I'm not wearing a bra. "Hey Blue."

"Hi Tori." He crunches on something. Must be eating dinner, too. "I just got the message that Adam will be ready for redelivery by the end of the week."

"Oh."

"...I know. Please contain your excitement."

I laugh. "No, really. Thanks for calling."

"Sure thing, Tori." He crunches on something again.

"Are you eating carrots?"

A pause. "Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't realize how loud it was. And yes, baby carrots."

"How funny, I'm eating roasted carrots."

"Shut the front door."

I chuckle. "My dad says that phrase all the time."

"I'm an old soul. Always have been."

"That's great. We need more people like you in this world. I still haven't thrown away your business card because it's so cute." My face reddens.

He laughs. "Yeah, I like to add personal touches like that from the old days." 

There is a pause on both our ends.

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you soon, Tori."

"Yeah, see you soon, Blue."

I don't know why, but when we disconnect, a wild fluttering takes place in my stomach. And it's not for the bot.