Like You
Steven stirred his coffee; the cream didn’t have a chance.
I didn’t think I would love anyone else after you, Emma said. She took her coffee black now he noticed.
And now you’re married, said Steven. Are you happy?
She paused a hair’s breadth before answering, Yes.
He realized in that tiny space before she answered he had overstepped.
He’s not like you. He doesn’t like the same things you liked.
Like that crinkle in your chin when you laugh?
He’s never mentioned it. I don’t think he notices stuff like that.
Too bad. Steven enjoyed his coffee.
I feel secure with him though. Safe.
Safe?
Well, yes, Emma said between sips. He’s not like you.