Leave Her A Gift

"John!" You hear from the front door. You've been in the kitchen getting some writing done. Three days have passed since you left the TV on for her. Nearly a full week since you first laid down the suggestion. "Guess who didn't die at work!"

"You?" You ask playfully, leaning back in your chair. She smiles at you like a puppy.

"Psychic!" She exclaims, faking a gasp. She dramatically tosses her purse on the counter and plants a big wet kiss on your cheek.

"Well it's a good thing you didn't die." You say. "We have a reservation at Magiano's for eight, and it would a shame if I had to go alone."

"Totally forgot!" She laughs. It was already seven. "Let me just change out of my work clothes real quick!" She sprints out of the kitchen, running up the stairs. You sigh. Now comes the moment of truth. The result of weeks of buildup and an egregious sum of money in mind control smoothies.

"Hey, what's this?" You hear from the top of the stairs in Emma's soft voice. She pads down the stairs, still in her work clothes holding a box wrapped in pink wrapping paper. She holds it up, weighing the package.

"It's a gift for you." You beam at her. "Something I've been thinking about since our conversation last week..."