Before I could say a word, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward the wardrobe. She carefully picked out a sweatshirt, draped it over my shoulders, then pulled me in for a kiss.
It all happened so fast, like she had rehearsed it. By the time I realized what was going on, I was already sitting in the passenger seat of her car. The same car she had been all over that guy in this morning.
She pulled out two tickets. Titanic. We had watched that movie so many times before, but tonight, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
The theater lights dimmed, the screen lit up and Yvonne’s phone started buzzing. She ignored it at first. Then a few minutes later, another buzz. And another.
She tried to hold off, pretending to be focused on the movie. But eventually, she gave in. I noticed the way her fingers twitched as she unlocked the screen. The way she swallowed hard. The way her whole body reacted to whatever she was reading.
Then she leaned over, voice low. “I’ll be right back.”
I just nodded, keeping my eyes on the screen. The movie played all the way through to the final song. Her seat stayed empty.