Well, Actually

by Mazey Eddings

He scoffs. “Yes, Eva. You’re right. I’ve planned every moment of my week around filling up this restaurant so you’d be forced to sit with me for brunch while our friends gawk at us. Couldn’t think of better circumstances to win you over.” I let out a tinkly laugh, digging through my purse and pulling out my compact and red lipstick, my knuckles brushing his chest as I lift the makeup to eye-level. “It’s cute that you said that sarcastically. Some self-awareness would do you good.” I open my mirror and twist the tube, painting my lips with a practiced stroke. I pout, then stretch my mouth into my most alluring smile. “We’ll debrief this weekend, yeah? Your place again?” I think Cooper tries to speak, but all that comes out is a sort of choked sound. My reflection glints back at me with deep satisfaction that I’ve regained the upper hand. I snap my compact shut, shooting him a wink followed by a swift pat to his cheek. “You’re a trooper, Cooper. Try not to miss me too much in the meantime.” I float away, radiating satisfaction that I got in the last word. I’m almost out of the hall when his voice reaches me, both earnest and amused as he calls, “Too late. Miss you already.”