Bad Moods

Paige

I picked at my waffles and listened half-heartedly to Miranda chatter about some new reality dating show she couldn’t stop watching. I had a virtual lunch meeting today, so a morning therapy session. They always made it easier to wake up earlier and spend more time on breakfast, which didn’t exactly help my workflow, but made empty small talk about television easier.

“…and then Amanda kissed him. Can you believe that sh—oh! Tommaso!” Miranda said. “Omelet?”

I glanced up as Tom walked in wearing his shirt-half buttoned and his tie slung loosely around his collar, with his jacket draped over one arm. His curly hair looked rumpled, and dark bags sagged under his eyes. I almost gaped at him. I’d seen him in a lot of different outfits now, but I’d almost never seen him look disheveled.

He dropped into the seat next to me. “Yeah.”

Miranda whirled for the stove and the egg mixture she had ready next to it.

“What’s up?” I said.

“Late night.” He shook his head.

After living with the man