Wyatt:How was your night?
Aubree:Are you conducting a survey?
I smile to myself and type her back.
Wyatt:As a matter of fact, I am.
Aubree:Not sure you want to hear the results.
Wyatt:I can take the criticism.
Aubree:Well . . . the food was good. The pie was delicious despite only getting a quarter of it.
Wyatt:But what about the company?
Aubree:I’d give the company a seven out of ten.
Wyatt:A seven? I’ll take that. Not perfect, room to grow, but not so low that I’ll fall into a deep depression wondering what the hell happened to me and how I got to where I am. Where could I improve?
Aubree:I think self-assessment might be best for you.
Wyatt:You want me to self-assess? Seems like you might not know what was wrong and that my score was higher than a seven.
Aubree:No, it was a seven.
Wyatt:Hmm *taps chin* Did I get knocked a point because I asked you to touch my nipple?
Aubree:That was unpleasant, yes.
Wyatt:Was it all the oral talk?
Aubree:Another thing.
Wyatt:And was it because I didn’t hold your hand?
Aubree:No, I didn’t want you to hold my hand.
Wyatt:Why not?
Aubree:Because that feels intimate to me.
Wyatt:More intimate than sharing a fork that I drooled all over?
Aubree:Please, I tried to block that from my mind.
Wyatt:Seriously. We swapped spit tonight, but you refuse to hold my hand. Why?
Aubree:I just think that’s something that should be reserved for a real relationship.
Wyatt:Okay, so are we never going to hold hands?
Aubree:Why do you want to hold my hand so badly?
Wyatt:It’s an easy thing to do that convinces people we’re a couple. If we walk side by side without holding hands, we’ll give off sibling vibes.
Aubree:Trust me, people will still think we’re together. Matt never held my hand, and people still knew we were together.
I stare at her text, confused. Matt never held her hand? That’s pretty shitty. I wonder why. I was always grabbing for Cadance’s hand.It’s something I miss, if I’m honest.Although, it’s interesting that it’s not Cadance’s hand I imagine to be holding right now.