Jillian went home after work Monday only long enough to change into her favourite little black dress, fix her makeup, and toss together a few things for the next day into her overnight bag, before she hopped the bus to Gary’s apartment.
He let her in, but without a kiss of greeting, or any actual attempt at contact of any kind. Puzzled, she decided he was probably just tired. That was a hard thing to avoid, after working weekends and evenings so much.
“Sorry, I didn’t have time to cook anything,” she said apologetically. “I thought maybe we could just order something. The Indian place down the block from me is good and they’ll deliver.”
“Is something wrong?”
“Something just seems… off. Would you rather just cancel for tonight?” She didn’t want him to. It had been close to a week since she’d seen him at all. But if he was going to spend the evening wishing he were alone, it would be better to leave it.
He dropped heavily into his computer chair, looking at her; suddenly uncomfortable, she began to wish, herself, that he were alone and she weren’t here. What was going on?
“Where were you Saturday night?” he asked abruptly.
“What? Min’s husband decided to take her and me and another friend out to dinner and to an 80s bar to hear a live band. He knows someone in the band. Just friendly company. Why?”