Okay, so…clearly I don’t get this subtext thing, because I blew it on the last exercise. Here’s another try.
She smoothed the apron around her waist and sat down, floating to the seat. The sound of his utensils on the dinnerware made her motion unheard, and he didn’t see her with his eyes riveted to the iPad on the table in front of him.
She looked down, laced trembling fingers through her hair, and exhaled through her nostrils, slow, deliberate.
“Everything all right?” he said, around a wad of food in his mouth.
“Mm,” she said, and the corner of her mouth pulled back slightly.
“It’s good,” he managed as he shoveled another forkful of food into his mouth. “Great.” He never set down his tablet, and his fingers danced over the screen, leaving smudges of residue behind. He scowled at it.
“Thanks,” she said, and the corners of her lips curled just a touch, then fell. Her eyes shined moist.
She listened to him, fingers drumming lightly on the plastic as he swiped and pecked.
“Do you still think I’m pretty?” she said., and tipped her chin his direction.
“‘Course,” he said. “You’re beautiful.” Drum-drum-drum, thump, tap-tap. Swipe.
She sighed and stood up, went behind him, and laced her arms around his neck, resting her cheek on top of his head. She let the smell of his shampoo and scalp drift into her nose, and felt the texture of his hair on her face.
“Do you still love me?” she said, voice barely a whisper.
“Yeah,” he said, and chewed. “‘Course. Sure you’re all right?”
She stood up, and slid the gleaming chef’s knife from the pocket of her apron.
“Yes,” she said, “I think so. I finally think so.”