Over dinner, Meredith asks, “So, tell me.”
“Hmm?” I manage around a mouthful of food.
She shakes her head. “Swallow first.”
I do. “Done. Tell you what?”
“What have you been up to since I saw you last?”
I know she means since high school, but it’s more fun to pretend to take her literally, so I do. “Hmm, let’s see…” I spear the last mussel from its shell and pop it in my mouth to chew on thoughtfully. “Well, I went home, called my mom to tell her I got the job—she asked about you, by the way—then logged online to like your company page on Facebook—”
“No, not today!” Meredith laughs.
“You said since you saw me last,” I point out. “That was this morning when I came in for my interview. Which was the easiest I ever aced, let me tell you.”
Playfully she kicks my leg under the table. “You know what I meant.”