Going Well

That same day, Miguel was in his bedroom getting ready to leave for work, when Gemma walked in.

It's been two days since he told her about his mom, and so far that relationship has been going quite well. They haven't fought or argued.

Last night when Gemma was unable to sleep she came to Miguel's bedroom and snuggled in his arms.

"Something you want?" Miguel asked Gemma as he stood in from of the mirror adjusting the collar of his dress shirt.

"What makes you think I want something?"

He turned to look at her briefly. "You don't?"

"Why do you always wear black?" Gemma asked, avoiding his question.

"Because I can."

"You don't like any other color, like white?"

"What is wrong with black?"

"I never said anything is wrong with it, it's just that it can be kind of depressive sometimes."

Miguel shrugged. "Well, it's good that I'm not in the business of cheering people up."