I get home and my phone begins to ring right away.
"I'm coming, I'm coming" I shout to the person on the line though I know they can't hear. "Hello, this is Stevie" I say, out of breath as I've just ran to grab it before it goes to the machine.
"Hey there" he says and I smile.
"Lindsey...I thought you said you were going to call later"
"This is later. Listen, how about you send Karen on a little errand, I come over, we listen to music and have a drink"
"Bad idea." I say. "I just got sober, I'm not taking even a tiny sip. I won't do it"
"That's not the kind of drink I meant. How about a mocktail or those little blended virgin daiquiris you like?"
"I'm on a diet"
"You don't need to be. You look perfect. Come on, say yes" Lindsey says. He's extra flirty and I don't know what's changed. "Come on, Stephanie."
"Alright. Bring pajamas. Ooh- or wear them! I want to have a slumber party" I say playfully.
"Okay, deal. You're adorable. See you in a few"
We hang up and I squeal with excitement. "What was that about?" Karen asks.
"Lindsey is coming over!"
"You're like a teenage girl, totally boy crazy!"
"Hush, I'm excited."
"What ever happened to taking it slow?"
"Maybe it's a date. I don't know, but he was acting super cute on the phone."
"Be careful, Stevie. You told me he used to be hot and cold all the time. I don't want your heart to get broken"
"I will worry about my own heart, thank you"
"Suit yourself. I'm going to bed. Don't be too loud"
"I won't" I say and rolls her eyes, not believing me for a second. "Good night."
"Good night, Stevie"
I take my makeup off and brush my hair, lastly pulling on some pajamas and my robe. I pop some popcorn in the microwave and make sure I have a lot of fruit juice, not really sure what else you'd need to make virgin daiquiris. I dump the piping hot popcorn into a big bowl, burning myself. I suck on my finger, cursing, when the door bell rings. "Shit!" I say under my breath. I put the popcorn down on the couch and answer the door. "Why didn't you just come in?" I asked, seeing Lindsey on the step.
"Seemed rude."
"You are my husband, after all"
"Well, I didn't want to offend you or do anything to upset you"
"That's sweet of you. What's that?" I ask, pointing to the assortment of things in his hands.
"Double Fantasy record, a couple of movies...I don't know" he says with a shrug and he looks awfully handsome.
"I like your pajamas. I've never seen these."
"New"
