She rolled her eyes.
Then Andrew brought her coffee one afternoon.
“Fine. Think of him as my backup option.”
“Eliza.”
“I’m joking.”
She finally sighed.
“Okay. Sorry. Bad joke.”
“What? I’m complimenting him.”
I let it go because I wanted to believe she meant that.
Then Andrew brought her coffee one afternoon.
She took it and smiled at him.
“See? You’d be such a perfect husband for me.”
Andrew froze.
I looked at her.
Andrew gave me a quick glance and walked away.
“Eliza.”
“What? I’m complimenting him.”
Andrew gave me a quick glance and walked away.
After she left, he asked, “Is something going on?”
“She’s going through a lot.”
He nodded slowly.
“It’s such a shame I didn’t meet you first.”
“Okay.”
He didn’t sound convinced.
But the comments didn’t stop.
“It’s such a shame I didn’t meet you first.”
“If my marriage had been like yours, I’d still be married.”
Every time, she laughed afterward.
“Why do you keep talking about my husband like he’s available?”
Every time, I told her to stop.
Finally, I said, “Why do you keep talking about my husband like he’s available?”
“He’s obviously not available.”
“Then stop pretending he is.”
Her face tightened.
