We gave up and she was checking out the camera. I went up behind her and grabbed her.
”Looks like it’s still alive. Hana you really need to take care of your things.”
I kissed her shoulder and chuckled.
”I do. Call it tough love.”
”Hm, I don’t think inanimate objects know the meaning of ‘tough love’.”
We could hear the TV reporter mumbling in the background. We hardly ever turned it on, but when it was, it was on the news channel.
Nia liked to keep up with current events. Me? I couldn’t care less. I already knew her routine, she’d pick up a newspaper on the way to work, one during lunch and one on her way home. We’d have stacks of them because she liked to cross-reference or look back on things. I constantly told her to use the internet like a normal person but she had a fondness for newspapers.
The radio was also playing the background. “ ‘Cause no one breaks my heart like you If I survive I’ll dive back in ………Dive back into Right back into Dive right back into you “
I laughed into her shirt. She HATED when I left so many things playing at once, sometimes I did it on purpose.
She set the camera down on the counter.
She came back and grabbed me. I giggled as she spun me around.
“Oh, what’s this dance for?” I asked between laughs.
“Well you leave your damn music on constantly, might as well take advantage,” she brought me in close, “Besides I like this song.”
I chuckled. “You like my music. Doesn’t matter what.”
“Not true Hana.”
She pulled me in close again and we were swaying gently to our own beat. She held my hand at her shoulder and her other hand was tenderly resting at my waist.
I already knew where we were headed, and I was fine with it, because when she barely touched my body like that, I wanted her just as badly.
Can you give us Arthur with a bad sunburn and Francis having to take care of him but Arthur is basically like, "I don't need your help, I'm independent," but majorly regrets it afterwards