I've been hovering by my phone, waiting for her to send me a photo before she goes on her night out. I keep checking it before leaving it to sit out on the table. Rude, I know, but I'm rude.
"But she's not here," Kate points out with a ring of superiority. As if it's a competition, and she's taken the lead just by showing up. But in reality, with regards to my feelings towards both of these women, Amelia is unbeatable.
"Doesn't make any difference. Thanks for the offer, though," I say smugly. I can practically see her suppressing her eye roll as I rebuff her offer of a hookup.
"Well, what about when you move to New York, will she be joining you?" She purses her lips together, trying a new tactic of trying to edge her out. I scoff before I take another sip of my beer. How was I ever able to tolerate this woman before? Though I guess I never listened to her much back then anyway.
"Once again, I don't have any current plans to move," I correct her again, growing impatient. Kate never used to be the type to play mind games, especially not with me. I was in control. We weren't ever really together because I refused to put a label on our relationship; never wanted her to get too attached. I kept her dangling, and I guess that was cruel. Now that I'm back, I suppose she's trying to dig her claws in and get what she thinks she wants and deserves.
"But would she? Would she move with you?" She poses the question, and I don't quite know how to answer it. I go with my gut.
"I-I don't know. Maybe she would," I say confidently. I've always been pretty good at lying through my teeth. This is no exception. I sincerely doubt that at this point in time Amelia would consider picking up her life and moving it to New York. She would only have me here, and though that sounds great to me, I can imagine that sounds like a bit of a nightmare to her. I can be a bit of a nightmare sometimes.
"Is that the girl, the one on your lock screen?" Kate asks, gesturing to my dark phone sitting on the table.