Do it now

Live rock music drowned my voice. I leaned closer to my friends and spoke loudly over the small square table, “He’s better looking in person than any photos. His stormy-blue eyes have this quiet intensity. He always seems to be considering what you say. Like it’s the most important thing in the world.”

Jen’s jaw hung loosely. She seemed mesmerized by my description of Richard. Steph’s pale blue eyes were riveted on me while I talked about Richard. She plowed the fingers of her right hand through shoulder-length blond hair. Roman had her eyes on the guitar player who was also the lead singer of the band.

“He works out, too,” I told them. “So he has really great shoulders.”

Roman nodded. “Okay, now we know she’s slept with him,” she said to Jen and Steph.

Steph didn’t get it. “How do we know that?”

“I haven’t slept with him!” Truth was in the wording. A lawyer’s tactic for sure. I hadn’t, technically slept with anyone.

Jen shook her head at Roman.

Roman asked, “Why not?”

Steph said,