Antiarch

“Fi…” my voice trailed off, pleading with her to listen to me. “Oh come on, Michael. It’s just a little favor,” she dipped her spoon into the strawberry yogurt that she’d gotten from my fridge and lifted the spoon to her mouth, turning it over and sliding it out from between her lips slowly. I just stood at my door, staring at her incredulously because of her request as she leaned against my counter, her elbows resting on it comfortably. “Just a little favor? I don’t even understand why you need a date, let alone why it can’t be Campbell in a job like that one,” I said to her honestly,