A Conversation

“Are you angry?”

“No. Not anymore. You?”

“My ire has significantly decreased.”

“Now see how can I stay mad when your Vulcan snootiness is such a turn on.”

“Jim.”

“Well. I can hardly be blamed. You’re the hottest thing on two legs. Not that I’ve had anything on four legs.”

“Jim…”

“Lately. Totally kidding. Oh now I’m getting your best snooty look. You did that on purpose to make me hotter.”

“If your temperature is elevated—”

“Oh it’s elevated buddy. And so is something else.”

“We had better go to the mess room.”

“Huh? For what?”

“Crackers to go with your cheese.”

“Oh. My. God. You just made a joke. Come here and kiss me.”

“You are impossible.”

“Impossible not to love.  Come on. Admit it.”

“I refuse to respond.”

“Afraid of incriminating yourself, huh?”

“Indeed. You spoke of kissing.”

“To make up. From our fight. And we can go beyond kissing too. If we want.”

“We do.”