Page 44 of Jacob
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“Okay. You first.”
He flips the camera.
Everything is bright. From the white gloss furniture with silver handles to the brave choices of white carpet and walls. There are multicolored abstract pieces of art lined up meticulously above the bed. It’s chic and refined.
I let out a “Wow.”
He flips the camera back to him. “You like?”
“I love.” I nod my head. “You have impeccable taste.”
“I’ve worked with designers long enough to know good from bad design.”
“You’re an excellent student. Gold star deserving,” I tease.
“Now show me yours.” He tucks his hand behind his head again.
“You’ve not to laugh. I’m in a rental, remember? So be kind.”
“Just show me.” He smirks.
I change the camera direction and slowly move left to right across my room.
“It’s so white, too,” he says, almost shocked.
“I like white. What were you expecting?”
“Color everywhere and loads of different styles flung together that you made work. But not white, clean lines or sharp edges. We have the same taste.”
“We do.” I pan the camera around again, stopping at my stretched-out legs.
“Nice socks.”
“I know someone who likes them very much.” I hitch my leg over my other knee and bounce it up and down.
“Oh, do you now?”
“I do.” I pull my short, pleated skirt up my thigh.
“You’re a menace.”
“But one you love.” I inwardly cringe at my use of the word “love.”
“I do,” he groans. “Turn the camera back round. I want to see your face.” I hit the button to flip the video back to me. “Tell me about your day. Have you been to your mom and dad’s?”
For the next half an hour, we fill each other in on our day. “I’m going to be an uncle again,” he says proudly.
“Could you ever see yourself having children?”
“With the right person, yeah,” he answers. “I know you want children.”
I may have mentioned that when I was a little tipsy one night.
“You know me so well.”
His cheeks flush.
