“Evan?” she said, refilling his glass.
He nodded, eyeing her over the rim as he drank.
He licked the lemonade off his upper lip. “I remember.”
Smiling, she poured more for herself.
He finished his glass, returned to the tray and roller. He turned to her before continuing. “Maybe this’s out of line, but–why the green?”
She looked at him, then the Spanish tiled backsplash. “He said to pick the color. I like green.”
“But you knew.”
“I was hoping …” she touched the cheek Mr. Ashe had kissed, her fingertips cool from the glass, “for a sign.”
Evan’s eyes had wandered down the length of her dress. He recovered, repeating her last word to her eyes. “Sign?”
She nodded. “What’s your impression of him?”
He stifled a smirk. “Weird. Like he cares– and doesn’t.”
“Yes! It’s confusing.”
“Are you …”
” ‘… sure it should be that colour?’ ”
“Sure. It’ll be my last gift to him.”
You’ll find the other entries in Week #19 of the 100 Word Challenge at Julia’s Place here. (This week’s challenge allows 158 words because of the dialogue and the prompt.)