“She’s asleep now. She’s much better. We went to the doctor this morning.”
“Was it the flu?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be there this weekend.”
“Don’t worry. She’s gonna be fine.”
“Do you need anything?”
“No. We’re good. If you want to...”
She pauses and moves her eyes to the side, listening.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry, I thought I heard her voice.”
Her eyes come back to me.
“She keeps asking about those cupcakes you brought last time.”
“She liked them?”
“She loved them. I baked a batch for her, but she insisted yours were better.”
I laugh.
“She’s my kind of girl. We know desserts,” I say. “Not that yours aren’t just as good,” I add.
She holds her finger up.
“Don’t encourage her.”
“I don’t need to. She has a sweet tooth.”
“Yeah. Like you,” she says, chuckling.
“And Jacob,” I say.
Her smile fades.
“Yeah, like him too.”
She goes quiet, looking away again.
“Were you working?” I ask.
“I’m trying to finish a project.”
“How was your date night?” I ask.
“Good,” she murmurs, distracted.
Her eyes flick back to her to me.
“What?? What are you talking about? What dating?”