"I recover quickly."
"Martha."
"I hydrate."
"Martha."
I sighed.
"Fine. It sounds bad when you say it like that."
"Because it is bad."
"Fair."
Pete shook his head.
Then, to my surprise, laughed.
Not happily.
Just the laugh of a man slowly accepting defeat.
"I called six times."
"I know."
"You never answered."
"I know."
"I thought you died."
My mouth twitched.
"That's weirdly flattering."
"That wasn't meant to be flattering."
"It still kind of was."
He smiled at that and eased a bit the tension eating me up. I didn't want to make a scene, there was nothing serious between us and I owed him a little explanation out of courtesy.
And we both knew that.
He had just a bruised ego and was trying very hard to stay annoyed, failing.
Which honestly made me feel a little better
