What Did She Say...

“What did she say...” she asked as he slumped in the chair. He stretched his legs in front of him, shaking out the uncomfortable kinks his conversation had just brought on. He rested his neck on the back of the chair, staring and counting the circular holes in her ugly ceiling tiles, his phone resting on the table waiting for his attention. He wanted her to just shut up and pour him a drink but she had to fix everything. He smiled to himself as he suddenly heard the familiar clink of ice in a glass behind him. She knew him well…except for the shutting up part. He tapped his leg as he replayed the moment in his head. What had he said to make her so upset. She stormed off in the snow, her movements slow, making the flamboyant exit comical. He tried not to laugh as she trudged forward in the ice, struggling to free herself every two steps. She was angry, she was hurt, she was beautiful and she was done with him. At the time he didn’t care, but suddenly he felt heavy. Who would he tell his stupid stories too, who would he call when nothing about the day seemed right, who would light up a room when the clouds crowded the window, who would he make laugh…questions that didn’t warrant an answer since she was gone. She’d been done before but this time felt real. His phone vibrated, reminding him he’d forgotten about it. “So….” She said as she motioned towards the phone, clearly violating his privacy as she stretched her neck to see the name flashing across his screen. “…what did she say?” He grabbed his phone, wanting to throw it at his mom for being so nosey, he resisted for obvious reasons. Unlocking the screen, her name and text begging for his consideration, “…she said Asshole” He laughed as he rose to his feet, drowning his worries in the glass before slamming it on the table….she still cared.