you walk into our shared apartment here in dallas, and i get up to greet you, a basketball game playing on the tv.

you told me you had a work event, which i didn’t question, but you walked in, in a semi nice dress, heels, and your makeup a tiny bit smudged, you were flushed, and hadnt said anything yet, and i didn’t like it.

“hey, how was it?” i ask softly, watching you in our doorway space, taking off your shoes and putting up your keys