She breathes in. God, was it a hot one. She could feel the fabric of her shirt sticking to her shoulders and the small of her back. She uncrosses her legs, splayed out in front of her on the bed. After a few minutes, she crosses them again.
What time was it, 2pm? 3?
He paces into the room and clears his throat. When her eyes remain closed, he clears his throat again, shifting his weight onto one leg.
She opens her eyes and looks up at him – it’s so hot, what could he possibly want?
“Well?” He asks expectantly, raising his eyebrows in a question.
“…What… what are you wearing?” She asks, finally shifting from her reclined position on the bed, straightening up to get a better look. “They said it was black-tie, but what the hell are you wearing that for?”
“I got this for cheaps at that stall that sells everything for 20 bucks.” He explains, tapping the offending item on his neck. “They didn’t have a black one but I think it’s okay.”
“It’s purple. Leopard-print.” She says.
“It’s not even a tie.”
“It’s a bow tie.”
“IT’S A BOW TIE.” She repeats. “A bow tie.” She deliberately slows down, letting the words sink , allowing him to feel their weight. “Nobody wears those anymore.”
“Exactly. I’ll be the only one wearing a bow tie at that dinner.”
She furrows her brow and purses her lips. “A purple bow tie. You’re really going to wear that to your grandparents’ wedding anniversary? A purple leopard-print bow tie?” She asks, incredulous.
“Sure. It goes with your purple dress and that leopard-print bag you bought but never got to use.” He says matter-of-factly, fumbling with the bow tie and trying to align it.
There’s a moment of silence, and then she gets off the bed and strides toward him. “At least put it on right, then.” She says. As she reaches for the tie, he pulls it off with an audible pop! She’s stunned, surprised by the sudden movement and the thought that he had ripped his bow tie apart.
“It’s a clip-on.” He says, shrugging.
She lets out a groan, and walks back to the bed, falling onto it on her belly. “At least it’s not Velcro.” She concedes.
“That reminds me. I got you a Velcro bra.”
He starts walking back out to the living room, and she turns her head to watch him walk away. The heat is unbearable, and she closes her eyes and starts breathing deeply again.
Originally posted on Tumblr on Jun 18th 2013