“What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean? Nothing is wrong.”
“Of course there is. It’s raining and you are not wearing your orange jacket. You are wearing your grey one.”
“So?”
“So usually you can’t wait for it to rain so you can wear your orange jacket.”
“Maybe today I wanted to be discreet.”
“Which only solidifies my point of something is going on.”
“Nothing is going on. Let me be.”
“Darling, I know something is up. You love the rain, you love going out in it in your orange jacket with me and here you are, with your grey jacket and not smiling.”
“I don’t have to smile all the time, do I?”
“No, of course not. But your smile under the rain is one of my favourites and I would like to know why I am not seeing it.”
“Look, nothing is wrong. I’m just… tired.”
“That isn’t new.”
“Not entirely true. Since I sleep with your arms around me I actually sleep.”
We’ve stoppped in the middle of the street. It’s busy. People are running around with their umbrellas, trying to not get wet but still get things done. You have two shopping bags full of food and of course I see the raspberries on top. Even if I tell you they are expensive and we shouldn’t get them, you always do.
You smile and leave the two bags on the wet street floor. We don’t have umbrellas —we hate them— and we haven’t even put on our hoods so we are a little wet. You gently touch my cheek and I close my eyes. I feel your lips kissing my forehead.
“Stop overthinking in there. You will get through this. And I will be there if you’ll have me.”
“Don’t be silly, of course I’ll have you.”
I open my eyes and stroke your hair.
“So how about we drop the food at the house, I change, and we go for a walk?”
“In the orange jacket?”
“In the orange jacket.”