22

Scar

Rita's pissed and she doesn't try to hide it.

I wasn't trying to get all controlling asshole on her. I was only trying to tease a little bit, draw attention to the fact that I notice what she wears, and I fucking like it.

Instead, she took it like I was being a dick.

But it's fine. She's right. We don't need to get close, we only need to get through this.

Friday comes around. I've been skipping out on work to cram in Operation Know Rita, and now it's time for one final test. "We're going to dinner tonight with my friends," I tell her in the morning. I make her coffee, though she barely glances at me. "You need to meet them before we leave for Gloucester."

"Fine," she says, banging around the kitchen, getting herself some cereal. "Anything else?"

"It's an upscale place. Extremely upscale. Wear something nice."

She turns to me. "Oh, good, so you're going to start talking about my clothes again?" She gestures at her sweats and sweatshirt. "You think this is too sexy?"

I stare at her