Arrange an agreement.

Suddenly, it’s like the silence has strength.

Neither of you are saying anything, but you’re just exchanging stares. Also, Marisa’s mouth has gone completely flat, and the hand that isn’t holding her toothbrush is holding the other elbow.

You’re unsure of what to say, until she speaks for the both of you.

“Nice try,” she says.

When the phrase ends, you notice a slight shake in the toothbrush that she’s holding.

“What do you mean?”, you ask her, honestly unsure.

The flat lips curl up into a smile, which makes you relax slightly.

“I KNEW that they couldn’t hire all gay men for the entire run of the issue!”, she states, but you’re not sure if you can sense a laugh at the end of the statement.

“You don’t have to worry; I’m not going to tell MJ!”, she adds, as if sensing your own feelings.

“Really?!”, you honestly ask.

“Really,” she responds. “As long as you’re wearing the exact-same thing as me.”