She read from her chat, hands deft as she unboxed. “Oh! This next one is my favorite night cream. You guys know how obsessed I am with hyaluronic acid.”
She rattled off details about textures and ingredients, my focus narrowing on the sweet way she smiled, the way her eyes flickered to me, shy and proud and deeply aware I was in her space for the first time.
The passion in her voice was its own kind of art form—I could get in on this serum business.
I grinned, sinking deeper into her colorful throw pillows, letting my eyes wander.
The apartment fit her, soft, bright, and lived-in. Chipped paint by the window, a haphazard menagerie of painted pottery, a wall of her paintings.
It all created a love note to the parts nobody but me would see. And my family, eventually.
I snapped a quick, slightly blurry pic of my absurd ice cream line-up and shot it to the group chat.
Adrian
How a woman deserves to be treated.
You’re meeting her soon BTW.
Bee and Star, too. Triple date.
It was ridiculous how much I wanted that future to start right now.
Jax
I was starting to think you made her up.
Connor
An ice cream date… You’re soft.
Adrian
Soft? I bought her FOUR flavors. That's dedication to the craft!
Also she's real and perfect and I might propose tomorrow.
Jax
Tomorrow? Slow down there, Romeo. You need your iPad first.
Connor
Let me guess. Proposal with fire?
Adrian
DUH!
Only the most romantic proposal for my girl.
Connor
You’re not romantic.
Adrian
I have been since meeting her. Proof: Ice cream.