Carmen shut the door rather exuberantly and smiled. She was so happy for Zeke. Granted, there was that small hint of jealousy that was inevitable for any friendship; but she was happy nevertheless.

“Aaaaroooooon, dearrrr!”

“Yeah,” he muttered from the bedroom. She figured he was changing—Aaron worked a day job. 

“We have a date tonightttt!”

“But it’s not Thursday,” he protested weakly. Carmen shrugged and smiled warmly at him.

“It is somewhere!”