lofticries

“Do you want me to turn up the heat?” he asked, again his voice muffled by the machine he was fixing.

“Yes, that would be superb.” She moves the blanket back over her shoulders.

“Any change?” He asked after a couple more minutes of tinkering with it, pausing his work.

She drops the blanket to pool around here waist and waits a moment. “Definitely a change. I don’t feel the air blowing now.”

“I rather prefer tea. Why you so eager to rid of me? I can be rather good company”

“Well, that’s too bad because I made coffee.” She steps over the coffee machine on the desk where a steaming pot of coffee is sitting and pours herself a cup. “I want you leave so I can get dressed and get ready for the day. I don’t know about your claim to be good company. Seems unsupported.”

“Having my afternoon tea. And what exactly are you doing?”

“Trying to forget what I just saw.”

Az frowns before shifting back out of sight as he continued to tinker with the machine.

Sloane returns to quietly using her phone. She changes to her other hand through because her fingers are getting too cold.

Emily laughed at that, cheeks flushing slightly. “That would be ideal, definitely. And hope beyond all hopes that they don’t take after their mother.. Maybe I should make it a prerequisite when I go on dates.”

“You should. Or maybe look for dancers and hockey players to date. Can you do a search like that in dating apps? Or join a dance class and look for eligible people there.”

He tugged at the blanket at her feet and it fell off her shoulders as well. “Can you feel the air blowing on you?”

“Oh,” she says when the other person pulls on her blanket. “Yes, I can.” She moves the blanket back over her shoulders for good measure.

He winks at her.

“Exactly what are you doing?”

“Do you still feel it?” He asked after a while, pausing his work under the air conditioning unit and stick his head out to look at her. “The air…do you feel it?”

Sloane looks up from her phone. “It’s hard to tell, because I’m so cold, but I think the air might be getting warmer?”

“You know, I think I’ll just take you’re word.” He perhaps said that a little too quickly, but he was suddenly terrified.

“Good.” She lowers her fist. “So, do you feel okay? Because I did make coffee if you want some. Would coffee make you leave faster?”

I safed up some days off and went to visit my mum in New York.

“That’s very cool. Welcome back. Last time we spoke, you were drunk, so it’s nice to see you not drunk.”

“It’s amazing. Especially the parts with Chris Pratt. You really should see it.” 

“Is it still in theaters?”

She laughed at that, ducking her head in embarrassment. “Would you believe me if I said I was?” Emily wondered before lifting her shoulders lightly. “I think it’s genetic. My mom trips over things all the time.”

“That’s interesting. You should probably find someone with impeccable grace to have kids with to cancel it out for the next generation.”