Jess sat across the Chinese spread; still chewing some sweet & sour something. “Well?” She asked.
“Well what? It was weird.” I picked at my bowl of rice. “So, I thanked him back.”
Her nose crinkled up, “Why?”
“I didn’t know what else to do.” I recalled his moist bed sheets and the pillows bunched against the headboard. He had sat on his knees, panting, beaming. “I was embarrassed.”
“You should have asked him to pay.” She opened her mouth and popped in another cube of sweet & sour.
“I could never.”
“Good looks, a full head of hair,” Lisle said. Her boyfriend slipped some cobb salad from her plate.
Her friend raised her eyebrows, “Oh yeah?”
“Something on my face?” Lisle’s boyfriend asked.
Lisle looked away, “No.”
Her coworker quipped, “What about sense of humor?”
Her friend added, “And that indefinable spark?”
“No really,” asked her boyfriend. “I got something between my teeth?”
Lisle turned to him, smiled, brushed hair from his forehead, “No, dear. You’re fine.”
Dandelions grow through cracks.