Deep End

by Ali Hazelwood

so Lukas glances at the magnetic board on the fridge. Katten åt, it reads. The cat ate.

He finds it at work, during rounds, while patting the pockets of his white coat in search of a pen. The note reads: Whenever you open this, I’m probably thinking of you.

Scarlett: How many times do you think we’ll see each other in the next year? Lukas: At least one. Scarlett: Right, the wedding.

Scarlett: I cannot wait for next year when we’re slightly less busy and can, you know. Scarlett: See each other. Scarlett, he thinks. You have no idea.

“I was hoping we’d sleep in. Then go at it like animals. Then maybe a quick break at the pool? Then back home, more animal stuff.” “Oh my god, Lukas. What are we—a couple?” “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” A minute later she’s asleep. The entire universe is here, in his arms.