“What if everything you wanted came in blue?”, she says.
“You mean ‘I’.”
“Yes, not that not so subtlety displaced third person imaginary half hidden ‘you’. You mean ‘you’, that’s ‘I’.”
“Don’t tell me what I mean. But yes, it is that. But that’s not what I said and even if you know what I meant, that wasn’t what I was thinking even though you are right, and I do.”
“You do…?”, I pause…
“Shut up. I am subtle. And I can’t believe you didn’t know that I do…because you do know. You know exactly.”
“You sound like a school girl.” He smiles, says nothing more, and looks.
She knows that pale blue look.
She opens her mouth to speak, to catch him, to tell him, and catches her breath before it escapes, slides her teeth over her bottom lip and stops her tongue…and smiles.