"Seriously, you don't have to go." Smed told Megan about his brother's birthday. There wasn't even a real cake, but Molly was making all his favorites. "I mean, you've got, you know. Whatever." He was standing there behind the counter. She watched the nerves in his feet. It was kind of cute. She was shocked she still could make him nervous. She hadn't meant too.
"No, I'm not doing anything." She looked up at him with her arms crossed. "I thought she was your girlfriend."
"No, she's, she's been around so long with my brother, she's a lot like a sister." He shrugged. "She's been with my brother over five years now."
"Really? And they can still stand each other?" Her eyes lit.
"Oh yeah." He nodded. "They have, this schedule. He gets home at three. Shower, and you know." He rolled his eyes as if that meant sex, he was never around at that time because that must have been their ME time he told her. "And then he plays his video game. Watch the Simpsons at 5, like clock work. She makes dinner. More TV and they are in bed by ten, every night after the FOX news."
"They've got it down to a science, evidently." Megan almost laughed.
"Yeah, something like that." He went to test the meat-cutter then and handed her a shaving of ham to eat.
"So what time do you want me over?" She looked at him then. Obviously, he hadn't heard her the first time. "You know, since they have a schedule and all?"
"Oh. 5. 5 o'clock sharp." He remained even lipped.
Megan kept looking at Smed as if she wanted to tell him. Tell him exactly about Craig. But a customer came in and suddenly she had to smile and act as if everything in the world was right.