"YOU LOOK BLOOMING, who are you dating?" Jerusalem could only blush and giggle like a schoolgirl in reply. Typical Jerusalem behavior, the one that endeared us in the first place. The group has all eyes on Jerusalem, the non-answer to the question sparking more interest than the question warranted in the first place. No one's eating nor discussing in little groups anymore, as all attention was given to Jerusalem. Still no answer, only that sweet, adorable smile.
One after another, the group uttered a name, trying to elicit a reaction from Jerusalem. With each name given, only a giggle and a shake of the head issues forth -- no. Predictably, more names are given, but still, no affirmative response from Jerusalem.
Stumped, the group gave up as one and changed tactics, slapping Jerusalem in the arms, just enough to hurt the name out. When asking nicely doesn't work, a bit of manhandling can do wonders. After a few minutes of laughing banter and not a few exchanges of slaps, Jerusalem did relent. "Okay, I'll tell," Jerusalem said.
"So who are you dating?" Mirror asked expectantly, a hint of a smile building at the corner of his mouth.
Silence all around the table, all ears upon Jerusalem's announcement.
"I'm dating Night Shift."
My eyes shot open and I heard my fist thumping the bed as if in frustration.
What a way to wake up in the morning.