"Oh, hey. Sorry. I had a little skip down unhappy-memory-lane
there for a second, is all. I hope I didn't upset you."
Peter looked at her. He shook his head, then rose without a word
and carried his coffee cup into the kitchen.
"Hey, you want to open more wine?" Ivy was at his side, carrying
their empty glasses. "I've been here only three weeks and already
have a prototype of my speech interface working." The trembling
of her hand caused the glasses to steadily clink together, a
fragile ringing sound. She didn't seem to notice. "Come on, let's
celebrate."
He rested his hand over the glasses, silencing them. "We've had
enough."
She narrowed the already small space between them, and he slid
his hands into his pockets, not sure what to do with them. "Thank
you for such a great meal," he said, and made an attempt to get
past her.
She giggled, held her ground.
He let out a frustrated breath. "Please," he said. "I've got to
get to bed." There was no humor in his face.
"All right, then," she said sullenly, and pressed her back
against the doorjamb, making way for him.
Just as he was about to shut off the stereo he changed his mind,
and decided to leave it on. To keep Kate there with him, he
thought, humming along with her voice on his way to his bedroom.
He lit a single candle and placed it on the floor beside his
futon bed.
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