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“Hey, Eva,” John's voice sings down my phone. “Do you have plans tonight?” “Just having a quiet night in. Alice is at work so I get the remote all to myself.” “A little bird told me it was your birthday yesterday, so Patsy and I would like to take you to the movies.” “Sure, what time?” “Seven sound okay to you? We're going to the cheap one because we're both broke.” “Sounds like me. I'll meet you there at seven then.” “You don't need a ride?” “No, I'll be fine. It's only a twenty-minute walk from here.” “Okay, well, if you change your mind, give me a call.” Twenty minutes before seven, I gather my things together for the movies. Even though it's the dead of winter, it's warm enough to wear my leather coat, scarf and gloves. As I set …show more content…

I know she's with Angelo right now, I'm looking at his car. The clattering of glasses in the background and the sound of people talking filters through the phone. “Are you at a bar or something?” “Yes, the bar near my restaurant. Rachael's having boyfriend problems and asked me to help her out. Not sure what I can do for her though, but she needs my support I guess.” Liar. “Okay, well, have fun, I'll see you later.” “All right, babe. I shouldn't be out all night. Have fun at the movies.” “Have fun with An—” I stop myself before finishing his name, “—your friend.” After stashing my phone back into my bag, I continue to stare at Angelo's car a moment longer. When I first met Angelo, a hummingbird made my chest her residence. Ever since learning of his relationship with Alice, the hummingbird has settled, allowing a stone pit to materialise in her absence. As I stare at his car, that heavy, stone pit forms in my stomach. I'd rather turn my feet and set course for home, but what would I tell Patsy and John? Furthermore, if I did go home, it wouldn't make a difference to my anguish. I turn my gaze away from his car and focus on my feet as I continue my path towards the cinema. “Hey, birthday girl,” says John as he approaches me with open arms. I allow him to embrace me as he envelopes me, I even wrap my arms tightly around his waist as I rest my cheek on his shoulder and slide my eyes closed. Tonight, he wears a cologne, that seeps out of his

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