“I meant to compliment you on your lovely dandelion garden,” Holly quipped as she squinted out at the river. “I drove past your house the other day, and the your front lawn was simply exploding with color from all those beautiful yellow flowers.”
It was a warm, sunny Sunday morning, and the best friends were gathered at their usual spot.
Aaron gave her a dirty look, but then smiled. “Thank you. I’m growing them especially for you. I planned to surprise you with a gorgeous bouquet one Sunday.”
Holly nodded that she loved this idea as she sipped her coffee.
“That is so sweet!” she exclaimed. “They’d look magnificent in that blue glass vase my Mom gave me. I could set it on that little table in my living room. You know the one, right?”
Aaron took a long pull from his Snapple bottle before he replied.
Holly raised her coffee cup in a toast, but Aaron did not return the favor with his Snapple bottle.
“How did that go?” she asked. “I know that you hate mowing the lawn almost as much as you hate shoveling the driveway.”
Aaron nodded in agreement.
“It did not go well at first,” he explained with a sigh. “It didn’t want to start, so I had to keep tugging on it until I could finally get it going.”
“I really hope you’re talking about starting the lawnmower, and not your technique in the bedroom,” Holly burned him without any hesitation.
She smiled and her beautiful face lit up. Aaron just shook his head.
“You’re on a roll this morning,” he observed. “Did you hire new writers, or did your old team finally figure out how to be funny?”
She punched him playfully in the arm.
“Don’t be jealous if I’m the funnier one every once in a while,” she replied. “It’s not easy being best friends with a comedy writer. For a number of reasons, when you consider that you’re the comedy writer in question..”
She giggled. Aaron responded with some fake laughter.
“Being best friends with you isn’t exactly a cakewalk, either,” he remarked.
“Why not?” she challenged. “I’m not at all a handful.”
Aaron chuckled and took a sip of his Snapple.
“Fine, you are a joy to be around,” he confessed. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
“Damn right you are. Don’t ever forget that,” she informed him.
They both smiled and decided to leave it at that. They knew each other too well…