The Temporary Husband
I glance at the can, taking a sip, “How did you know?”
“You’ve been drinking it a lot lately.”
“It’s always at home, it’s all he drinks, he says it’s better than soda, like it isn’t soda.” I say with a chuckle.
She is silent for too long, and then she continues.
“Izzy, do you want him to look at you and smile?”
“He always looks at me smiling, one time it was borderline creepy, actually, it’s still creepy but I got used to it or something.”
“Hm.”